A new office.

I went to uni and something happened that brought me instead to a different building located in the CBD. I entered and found we had relocated to a new office, modern-looking and very chic. I saw a few busy people and I decided to sit down at the desk assigned to me. Supervisor came out and upon recognising him I asked "Where's your office?" to which he shrugged. I took this to mean he was still in the old building. He introduced me to the new student in our lab, and it turned out to be the guy behind me with the afro hair. He greeted me in Filipino, which made me giggle. Supervisor kinda winked at me and pointed a finger to his cheek like a schoolgirl. "That was strange", I thought. I complained out loud that I bought my own office chair before this and with the new furniture this was unfortunate.

A nightmare

I'm in my high school. Someone was looking for me, and I was told he was going to kill me. I saw him prowling the school grounds, and I ran looking for a place to hide. While evading him, I managed to leave the high school building and run towards the grade school building. I went directly to the coordinator's office... he was my sixth grade advisor and mathematics teacher. I told him someone was going to be looking for me, and could I please hide under the desks. While I slide under the desks, I went on to suggest to the nearby teacher, she was my math teacher in freshman year, to tell the person looking for me that I've already gone to holidays for the rest of the year. As I waited under the desk, people from my high school came and went.

I am between library catalog panels. I could hear people chatting and giggling in the next aisle, so I risked it and tiptoed to see who they were. I saw old classmates from high school and grade school, they were flicking through yearbooks. I saw my oldest friend (who is now in New Jersey), and I whispered "loudly" to her, asking her to come near. I told her the name of the person trying to kill me, realising it was one of my batchmates (E.C.). For some reason I saw his full name flash before my eyes, and I suddenly knew he was mentally unstable, and capable of killing.

A note arrived in that room: it was a freakishly-written letter, saying there was a bomb planted in our building. I started trying to kick open the windows, they were tempered glass. We were trapped inside. Guys with guns circling the building, we can see them through the glass. We figured we'll survive this ensuing massacre if we hid among the falling colourful foam shapes from the ceiling. I tried to keep myself in the middle of all the foam shapes, avoiding gunfire. I saw some on our side defending themselves from the hostiles by leaping and making 360 turns while kicking in the air, hitting a soft spot in the killer's body. And apparently, these killers now have wings?

I realised then that I was in an indoor compound, where everyone inside is dead, but walking. I saw friends, my neighbour friends M and C were there. We all knew we were dead, but we had knowledge that we were going to be sent back to the land of the living.

A conference

I asked my father to drive me to our neighbouring town, because there was a conference there. I didn't seem to find peculiar it was only an hour-and-a-half long conference, but more importantly that Boss M was attending. When I got there it turned out that the 'entire' lab was there (M, Z and myself). We were chatting about what we should do about the performance required. I thought I may as well say I could play the guitar, and turns out M admittedly plays really well on piano. He was also a good singer. While getting ready for our number we realised that the time has passed so quickly, there wasn't any time to actually present anymore. Oh well, it had been fun playing.

Bartering the self

We were on an obstacle course, nature vs man comes to mind. There were caves and bush and crappy suspension bridges across deep ravines. At one point, I realised I was trailing behind, and you are now nowhere in sight. You have left me. There are guides that egg us on to push through with the challenges ahead.

We come to a cliff-like area where any wrong move will cause you to plunge to your death in the fall below. The guide was acting sinister, not helping any of us, saying we ought to do it on our own. When I came past him, I saw that he had an ability to reach for a person and haul that person away to safety. I surrendered myself to my fear, and out of desire to get out of the situation and reach safety, I begged him to please, get me away. I would do anything, even allow him to have his way with me. Yes, I had sunk so low for survival.

Then I look at his face, and this grinning sinister of a man suddenly had the face of Hugh Grant. It was so strange to see him smiling, saying "Great, that sounds wonderful, I shall meet you by the airport in a few hours. And please don't be late." And I replied "All right, make sure I am back here promptly tomorrow morning as I have another appointment to meet."

Then I had woken up, wondering sheepishly if I did have a chance, would I let Hugh Grant, who several times had been in the media attention for lewd behaviour, take advantage of me?

Lava

Riding the train. I don't know how I did, but I realised there was lava flowing outside coming towards us. I was watching it come close as if just watching television. As it melted its way through a thick cement wall, I look at the end of the train cab, and see smoke and hear sizzling sounds. The people seated there are wincing slightly, but the mood inside the train is calm but worried. I turn to my companions, who turn out to be my parents. My father was snoozing in the seat behind us, my mom seated beside me. I kissed my father on the cheek as I say "Wake up papa, nagugunaw na mundo" and then kissed my mom too, We stood up, and I tell them "Wear your jackets" while in my head I wondered if we can easily walk around with extra weight of the jacket, then decided it is extra protection from the heat from the lava. I also imagined how I can carry my mom on my shoulders, should it come to it.

We stepped towards a door of the train, then suddenly we are at the front of the train, as I can see the driver maneuvering the street. So it wasn't a train, or it must've been the shortest train ever. The driver started to slow as a pedestrian crossed the street, while we waited for the door to completely open. It looked jammed, so someone started to kick it open. We stepped out.

We started walking down a hill, and I took a glance at a side street and saw the lava still coming towards us. My brother, who I now realise was with us, changed direction walking. My mom asked "Where's Eins?" then I realise my brother isn't around anymore. Then my father changed direction and started walking back up the hill towards the lava. I thought, okay, maybe he has a bright idea, so I start following him back up, with mom close by also walking up. The lava is already under our feet, and I see that it is already hurting my father as he walked, and I told them "Don't let your feet linger to long on the ground, look" and showed them how I was walking fast, raising my feet right away as it hit the ground. The lava wasn't burning us as we thought. Again, I was thinking how I will be able to carry my mom, should it come to it.

A robotic rubbish monster

I recall I was lying down on a sofa with AJ discussing how to allocate our holiday time in terms of probabilities. AJ points out that one of our friends always wears skimpy clothes, and one time he could see too much of her.

We are in a fancy condominium, dunno whose. Someone looks out the window (a big window) and remarks we are safely tucked away. We all hear a tapping noise, and realise it is coming from the window. We later see a huge rubbish bin with metal tentacles climbing up and now tapping on the window.

I grab one of the toddlers and bring her to the door. The robotic rubbish monster poises to shatter the window, until I step out the doorframe with the baby girl, then it stops. I step in again, and it starts again, then we step out and it stops. I declare the conclusion that it is out to harm the baby, and not another toddler who is still inside the room.

I go out to the corridor and encounter samurai swordsmen and other fighters who seem to be getting ready for a battle. They don't seem to care about us as we rush past, running away from the room from whence we came.

We entered one of the offices, there are people inside with swords, and I tell them there are fighters coming their way, and they rush out. We hide inside one of the small cubicles and close the door.

One of the enemy swordsmen try to get in. I try to block the door but realise the best way is to get past this enemy and go back to the condominium room where AJ was. I push the door against him, sending him sprawling to the floor. I pin him down with my leg, my knee against his throat. I was hoping he'd lose consciousness, but since he is still struggling, I realise I have to kill him. I picked up his sword (magically beside me by the floor, and very light too) and struck his throat. Blood gushed out but I look away. I look at one finger and see that there is a drop of blood there, and I flick my finger to get it off.

I carry the child with me outside, running towards the room from whence we came.

A room of doom

I was setting up a device that I knew would cause harm to anyone within some known distance to it. I knew what I was doing. I was testing it for effectiveness. But I had no time to waste. Soon as I set it off, I have exactly 15 minutes to get out of its way by going to a different room.

I set off the timer. It starts to count down.

I start walking calmly away from it, counting the seconds in my head. As I approach a stairwell on my way out the safe door, I start to feel dizzy. I faint counting 2 minutes and 30 seconds. I travel in and out of consciousness, wondering if I am still counting time correctly. Wondering if the device will release the deadly poison that will kill me instantly.

I struggle to get up with thoughts of panic welling up. I see the door, I was still dazed. I pull myself up and move towards it.