§ Geography Murders.
This dream occured last June 20, 2006.
I was at the Faculty Center in UP Diliman, and was trying to get into a particular Geography class. There was a bench outside the Department of Geography on which a cardboard box was placed. I placed my papers in the said box. In my head, I was thinking that I have fulfilled the requirements to get into the class (sign up, pass a test, and the approval of the old lady professor who handled the class) and I was just waiting for the department's "go" signal.
Speaking of the devil, she came up the stairs behind me, and into her office.
The next day, I heard that the old lady professor died. I went to her office and saw a group of investigators looking into the scene. It was said that she was reaching for a book, standing on her stool, and she fell, cracking her neck which caused her death.
The President GMA was leaning on the door in her black suit, saying that everybody believed that she fell by accident. I told her that I believed otherwise: that she was murdered, and that she was behind it all.
I ran down and out of the building. I wanted to go into Palma Hall, walking restlessly up and down the west wing steps, crying and wanting to scream murder. I met an old highschool acquaintance (whom I had a big crush on), and he embraced me, trying to ease my pain. I told him that the old lady professor was murdered. He believed me and told me that the truth would soon be revealed.
I went back into the Faculty Center. I wanted to find a way to prove what is contrary to popular belief. I figured that there were no security cameras to film the murderer.
I then heard murmurs from the department that plans for the funeral service were already taking shape.
I was at the Faculty Center in UP Diliman, and was trying to get into a particular Geography class. There was a bench outside the Department of Geography on which a cardboard box was placed. I placed my papers in the said box. In my head, I was thinking that I have fulfilled the requirements to get into the class (sign up, pass a test, and the approval of the old lady professor who handled the class) and I was just waiting for the department's "go" signal.
Speaking of the devil, she came up the stairs behind me, and into her office.
The next day, I heard that the old lady professor died. I went to her office and saw a group of investigators looking into the scene. It was said that she was reaching for a book, standing on her stool, and she fell, cracking her neck which caused her death.
The President GMA was leaning on the door in her black suit, saying that everybody believed that she fell by accident. I told her that I believed otherwise: that she was murdered, and that she was behind it all.
I ran down and out of the building. I wanted to go into Palma Hall, walking restlessly up and down the west wing steps, crying and wanting to scream murder. I met an old highschool acquaintance (whom I had a big crush on), and he embraced me, trying to ease my pain. I told him that the old lady professor was murdered. He believed me and told me that the truth would soon be revealed.
I went back into the Faculty Center. I wanted to find a way to prove what is contrary to popular belief. I figured that there were no security cameras to film the murderer.
I then heard murmurs from the department that plans for the funeral service were already taking shape.
† 09:32
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