But it never been…
People were experiencing dreams which they don’t fully understand what’s the purpose and what it truly means. Some would be in a bad or in a good dream. Dreams are windows into worlds beyond the ordinary. Some may give us guidance, suggestions and lesson which touch every level of our life.
It’s a sunny day in a month of July. The sunlight makes my sweat getting out from my skin. I have to eat my lunch and come back again to school. I was in a hurry walking down the street going into my grandmother’s house. A man wearing white cap, white shirt and blue pants approached and asked me. “Did you enter into that bookstore? One of the employees said that there’s one student who stole a notebook and lost his school ID inside.” Looking into his eyes, I said that I never enter to that bookstore since the school year began. As he told me the story, I feel my heartbeat go faster and getting nervous. He looked at my hand and he said that the student has a black bracelet, but I was wearing a black watch.
He told me to go into the office, just to give me the ID of the student so that I will be the one who will give the I.D. I don’t know why I walked by with him, am I an idiot or am I hypnotized? He told me to keep my watch into my bag, and I did because I’m scared. I thought that it was me who he talks about, but I’m not that kind of student. My heartbeat go faster and faster. He told me to deposit my bag first anywhere and claim that later when I got the school ID in the office. I enter to a flower shop and ask a girl to keep my bag and I will get that later.
We went at the 2nd floor inside the mall, near Jollibee, looking at the clock. It’s already 12:40, I don’t eat yet. I have to come back to school at 1 o’clock. He told me to wait for him because he will get the ID inside the office and give it to me. Feeling nervous, my sweat goes out of my skin, standing and waiting at the side like a beggar and looked at the clock. It’s ten before one. I waited ten minutes and my mind reacts. I thought he will not come back. I remembered my bag with scared, nervous and then run faster and faster. I will get my bag into that flower shop and then the girl said that my bag was already taken by the man who’s with me when I came there.
Coming into my grand mother’s house and my tears were falling. Asked me what happened, I sat and said, “My bag is missing,” and told the story. I was eating spaghetti with the tears falling into it and thinking of my bag with my watch, notebooks and books, ID and cellphone.
I thought of my self with pity. This experience taught me a lesson who I can’t forget. It is not a dream. It was truly happen. I hope that it’s just a dream, but it never been.
