I dreamt a bad dream. It so happen these past few days I’ve been sleeping really early, so I woke up after that bad dream just around this time (2:30 am). Normally, if I sleep late (like this hour) I would dream and dream a bad cream yet if it wakes me up, it would be around late morning already and people at home would be already rushing to prepare for school and office.

This time it’s different. The bad dream woke me up and I felt terribly bad. It gave me though a sign of relief that at least the dream was not true. But then I got afraid of the total darkness, obviously no one yet was awake. There was no light so I searched for my cellphone and I learned what time it was. However the little light the cellphone gave did not really make me feel well. I was just so nervous because of the dream. So I stood up and opened the light. I told myself “I have to do something.” The next thing I did was to grab the bible and opened it somewhere. Fortunately I got the message I want from God. I flipped the bible once and landed to Psalm 91. The fist six verses of the chapter say:

Whoever goes to the Lord for safety, whoever remains under the protection of the Almighty can say to him; “You are my defender and protector. You are my God, in you I trust.” He will keep you safe from all hidden dangers and from all deadly diseases. He will cover you with his wings; you will be safe in his care; his faithfulness will protect and defend you. You need not fear any dangers at night or sudden attacks during the day or the plagues that strike in the dark or the evils that kill in daylight.

In Abnormal Psychology last semester Miss Ramos emphasized that no psychologist could ever interpret one person’s dream. Only the dreamer can do so. In my case, I just wanted to leave it at that. It’s a dream and there’s a possibility of it happening but also there’s also a possibility of it not happening. I just want to hope Marcel’s hope—one that is not optimistic and not pessimistic.

Oh yeah…the dream was about the family being inside a building and suddenly there was fire. We were running and trying to save our lives…and then I woke up.  Actually, my impulsiveness made me want to check for the gas and the electricity outlets but I was afraid to go out of the room. Oh well, I probably just could not forget the fire nearby the house sometime last year or so. It was such a traumatizing experience.

It's the first day of February. I only have around 3 weeks left of formal lecture. The last week of this month is my last finals week in college. Hehhehe...hopefully. Please pray for me.