Haunted and Drowned

October 21, 2009

Last night, my dreams were haunted by my high school class, an insane priest, and the ghosts of dead Catholic school girls.

The setting was a hotel in Batangas. It’s old and, as these things go, haunted. Very haunted in fact. Doors decide where you should go, elevators have a mind of their own, and ghosts of little girls in uniform (the hotel was a school before) wander the hollow halls like nobody’s business. Surprisingly enough this hotel has become a popular vacation destination. There were throngs of people when me and my family visited.

After we settled in our room, I explored the place. What followed was a weird but still logical series of events that I don’t remember in detail. All I know is that I was walking around and there were so many ghosts and people who simply ignored me. When we were about to leave the hotel in a bus, I saw my classmates out in the sea, sitting on some rocks and smiling at me. I was pleasantly surprised of course but I was sorry I didn’t get to hang out with them before I left. I waved.

As the bus was moving, a priest got up to give a sermon. I tuned out of course, but I noticed something was up when the bus wasn’t leaving - instead, it was driving towards the sea! Me and the passengers plunged into the cold depths. I wasn’t worried because I knew how to swim. I was just so pissed because I had my Macbook with me in my bag and I didn’t want it to get ruined because of some crazy priest who wanted to prove that faith is of utmost importance when you are faced with immediate death.

I was so mad. The first thing I did when I got out of the water was check my Mac. Only the edges were wet, but it was in good condition. It was fortunate that the laptop was in my Hedgren bag since this bag is reliably waterproof. Whew, disaster avoided.

I wanted to hit that priest so much. The stupidity of faith in God and religion in general was running through my head and I was dumbfounded by how much men can take everything so literally.