nocturnal delusions
The other night:
At around 4a.m., as I drifted from deep sleep to a semi-conscious state, I realized that I was, for some reason, leaning over the side of my bed, with my phone in my hand. Sleepily, I tried to place it back on the table, only to feel it roll off the side. With a jolt, I woke up to the sound of shattering glass. I quickly sat up, turned on the light, and looked over the side of my bed expecting to see the shattered remains of my phone. What I found, instead, were the broken pieces of a glass bottle.
Last night:
I was fast asleep, but somehow aware of my surroundings: the soft hum of the fan in my room, the other pillow resting by my knees, the flimsy wooden wall by my bedside. It was then that I felt a slight sway in the room. Earthquake? I wondered. The swaying seemed a bit erratic. It would stop and start again at random intervals. I wasn't sure if I was dreaming, but I was sure that I was asleep, but I was sure that I was also slightly awake. (No, no, it doesn't make much sense does it?) The swaying eventually gained a sort of consistency, and went on for what felt like a good minute. (But, of course, if it was a dream, then it probably lasted just a second or two. You know how dreams distort time.)
I remember lying very still, and thinking that it must've been an earthquake for sure. I remember wondering if the swaying was strong enough to make the roof collapse, if the epicenter was in the south, or to the north, if my friends in Marikina were alright. I remember thinking of where I could duck and cover if things went awry.
And then it ended.
And I forced myself awake so I could check the internet to see if it actually happened or if it was all a dream. My friend, Antonette, who was still awake, replied to my inquisitive tweet that there was no earthquake this morning. (It was around 4a.m.) So I went back to sleep, amused at how vivid my dream was.
It was only during breakfast that I discovered that, about an hour after my dream, there was a 5.1 M earthquake near Bicol. (481km away from Manila.)
Strange.
At around 4a.m., as I drifted from deep sleep to a semi-conscious state, I realized that I was, for some reason, leaning over the side of my bed, with my phone in my hand. Sleepily, I tried to place it back on the table, only to feel it roll off the side. With a jolt, I woke up to the sound of shattering glass. I quickly sat up, turned on the light, and looked over the side of my bed expecting to see the shattered remains of my phone. What I found, instead, were the broken pieces of a glass bottle.
Last night:
I was fast asleep, but somehow aware of my surroundings: the soft hum of the fan in my room, the other pillow resting by my knees, the flimsy wooden wall by my bedside. It was then that I felt a slight sway in the room. Earthquake? I wondered. The swaying seemed a bit erratic. It would stop and start again at random intervals. I wasn't sure if I was dreaming, but I was sure that I was asleep, but I was sure that I was also slightly awake. (No, no, it doesn't make much sense does it?) The swaying eventually gained a sort of consistency, and went on for what felt like a good minute. (But, of course, if it was a dream, then it probably lasted just a second or two. You know how dreams distort time.)
I remember lying very still, and thinking that it must've been an earthquake for sure. I remember wondering if the swaying was strong enough to make the roof collapse, if the epicenter was in the south, or to the north, if my friends in Marikina were alright. I remember thinking of where I could duck and cover if things went awry.
And then it ended.
And I forced myself awake so I could check the internet to see if it actually happened or if it was all a dream. My friend, Antonette, who was still awake, replied to my inquisitive tweet that there was no earthquake this morning. (It was around 4a.m.) So I went back to sleep, amused at how vivid my dream was.
It was only during breakfast that I discovered that, about an hour after my dream, there was a 5.1 M earthquake near Bicol. (481km away from Manila.)
Strange.