2003 – Quezon Province

I saw him in my dream.

I was in third year high school when I first met him yet the story remained untold until that boring afternoon in Iloilo City. Exhausted from the daily routine of review, the tale of my dream became an outlet to released the tension and anxiety brought by the incoming board exam. I can still remember my friend’s reaction as much as I remember the every details of my dream. He was holding a pen and a paper sitting in solitude. I met him but I never see his face.

2010 – Davao City

I heard his voice in my dream.

I was in a hotel when I heard his first hello. I pick up my phone, not bothering who’s calling. I know it’s him! My heart tells me and so I listen. There, we talk – the topic? I don’t know! Suddenly, I get up realizing that it was just a dream, AGAIN! He knew me but I neither know his name nor see his face.

(Back to the real world)

2010 – Cebu City

I was staying at Elicon Hotel for an audit engagement. My phone rung, my dream flashes back like a lightning! – a phone call, a hotel and a caller. My heart beats thrice faster than usual, could it be him?

All my excitement gone the moment I answered the phone. It was my supervisor, asking something about my report.

Maybe, it is not yet the best time to know him face to face (just in case he exists).  After all, I’m not hoping for his existence, I’m only expecting it – in God’s perfect time.