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Residues

I have nothing in particular to say, I am just letting my fingers do their thing. Writing fiction is exhausting, I am just releasing some residues in there. It's making my voice very stiff. Anyway, I have these recurring dreams lately of me going to the airport, going to malls, going to the hospital. All of it, I was questioning why the people around were not wearing a mask. One dream in particular was when I was in a hospital. I think I was going for a checkup. I don't know what particular illness I got because in my dream I was okay. This hospital looked like a mall, with escalators and such. The doctors were chattering in the hallway. For some weird reason, the patients too. Wearing a hospital gown and all, chattering in the hallway with the doctors. I went to the information desk to ask where the clinic of Dr. Blank (dreams don't have names). The smiling nurse told me that it was on the second floor and I would need to take the stairs. At first I just couldn't figure out what was missing. There was something. And then one doctor I passed by, he was wearing a surgical mask. Maybe he just finished an operation. That brought me to the question, why weren't the other doctors not wearing a mask? I literally was stomping my feet walking out the main door. For some reason, my father was waiting for me outside the building. He asked me what happened. I told him that I didn't see the doctor. If they  themselves were not doing safety protocols, then why would I trust my health to them? Then I woke up. It really made me wonder if that dream was due to my wishful thinking that I wanted the normal back, where you can freely go out without having to wear a mask and without having to worry of getting infected. The other time was when me and my sister were supposed to go home. We were to take a plane. Now the airport was on top of a blackened hill. From what I understand, we can only get there during the night, you know how dreams are. So we get there at night. The airport was just marble floors and pillars, no roof of some sort. The ladies in the counter where we were supposed to have our tickets and baggage checked were wearing an eerie smile. I'm not sure, it seemed like they were forced to do that because their overall expression never changed. My sister had her boarding pass checked first, then went ahead to the waiting area with the plane waiting for us. Yup, all other passengers have already boarded except for us. When it was my turn, there I noticed again that something was missing. I thought that I saw this one before (yup, I remember things that previously happened in a dream while I am in a dream). That was it, I could see the creepy smile of the ladies because they weren't wearing a mask. I suddenly felt conscious of the air I was breathing LOL, only to find that I wasn't wearing a mask myself. I was thinking to back out and just get out of the place, but the pilot personally called my attention on a loudspeaker; another LOL. With hesitation, I just went ahead and boarded the plane. The assigned seat for me was in between two weird individuals wearing the same creepy smile as those of the ladies. I wondered why I wasn't assigned beside my sister who was seated at the very last seat of the plane. Reluctantly, I took my seat. The moment I fastened my seatbelt, wind rushed in and we took flight. The plane had no roof and my hair was flying everywhere LOL. I really wonder when this COVID ends. I really miss going out, I wanted to take my children to places without having to worry about masks, rubbing alcohol, and quarantine period. I wonder when.

Hello again, readers of random nothingness. Thank you for reading my not so really important ramble. My head is floating right now because of lack of sleep. I woke up at around 3am again and had a hard time going back to the dreamland. I can't think straight and cannot concentrate so I'm giving my mind the opportunity to just let the words flow without being conscious if words weren't waging war against each other. Thank you so much for being here. Smile, and have a nice day. **All words and images in this article are mine.**

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