Not All 3:00 AM Dreams Are Nightmares; Sometimes Angels Sight.

Dreaming at 3 AM sharp becomes a mystery, I suppose. We always find it weird that 3:00 was the time for the devil. They were on the way to test us or play with our consciousness. Whatever it was, I still chose it as a sight of fantasies, whether it was good or evil. But there was part of me wishing my last 3:00 AM dreams come back.

I didn't publish my article yesterday, so I officially failed the 30 articles per month goal. Well, I am doing more stuff and am still productive yesterday. My plan to study 50 pages was successful. It's not easy as just reading, and I never do that. I take down notes and terminologies that I find confusing and alien and do my self-research. Well, I locked between two choices to finish 50 pages in two days of the weekend or the 30 articles per month. I choose the review for now. Also, I cannot stop myself but studying; it feels like my studious body comes back to life, doesn't mind Facebook or Twitter and any other, just the discord with whom I get to hang along rest a bit.

What happened in the 3 AM dreams?

It happened on the first Sunday of October 2022, just a regular night after. Hang along with my friends in the virtual world, Facebook messenger. That happened most of the time on Sunday night, for that was the free time of my pals. I was in a good mood, knowing I had just chatted with my brothers.

Do the same routine, browsing the internet after watching random videos, and I don't mind the other people who try to chat with me in messenger. Well, I replied if I have free time and am in the mood to talk. Still, when the time I am not in the air, nothing will happen, just me, who doesn't care about who they are, lol. But I will reply to them back anyways.

Maybe it was 11:30 when I decided to stop the world around me. I choose to close the lights of my phone and try to dwell on my dreams. The last thing I remembered was that I saw an angel.

He was smiling at me, and I am familiar with that hair. A hair that wasn't trimly cut for a month's yets seems still elegant, a long hair that reached and covered the ears. He was smiling the whole time. We were in the old house of my family. Maybe that was the look-a-like year 2010. I just watched him smiling while arranging the house for us, and then he spotted something different. He tried to support it with his bare hands, and there was a strict mind that helped him in what he was doing.

Then he smiled at me, holding the wall with our hands. It feels like it will collapse soon enough, so we must much need to take care of the degrading concrete walls.

His lips are moving like he is trying to talk about something, but I cannot hear it. I signaled. I could not hear anything. He just smiled. He touches my head.

As he touches my head, I cannot stop crying. That made me wake up from that dream, and I checked the time. It was 3:12; I cannot explain the feeling that I have mixed emotions. Maybe one of the reasons is that I saw him again, even in a dream.

The family I have was so close to each other, and we cannot deny that we favor one another. We lost one member of the family last march 2022, and that was something we cannot explain what that burdens and cries were.

A two-month battle with cancer is not a good scene for you to see. I can tell, for I somehow recorded a voice on my phone, how he dwelled the entire day battling in pain. With just one simple movement of his finger, he feels all in his body, the nerves and joints.

I never share this with my mother, for I know what she will do next. She will just again waste money. Instead, I narrated this to my aunt, who was his wife. I awake for we have the same timeslot of dreams, but she mentioned differently.

Maybe we just missed my uncle, or perhaps because it will be his Bakas or the celebration of the 7th month is the following Sunday to be done. With all the excuses and reasoning, are there mysteries of life and dreams? Somehow that was the perks.

I wanted to repeat the cycle of 3 AM dreams, knowing I had met the person I loved even though they were not physically present.

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