Years ago, I dreamt of going in a place showing two sides of the era: one is the modern stone house, and the other, nipa house. I don’t exactly remember what happened in that dream but I can vividly remember the place in that dream.
And then one day, just this weekend, upon going on a tour with my office friends at Nagsasa Cove in Zambales, I saw the place in my dream. The place belongs to the boatman I contacted around two weeks earlier.
The first time I saw it, I had goosebumps. The feeling is weird, to actually have a dream come true is like a sign of fate, of destiny. It was as if I was really meant to be in that place. And to exactly remember that dream in waking life is like -woaaah!
It’s amazing to know that premonitions do exist, that places in your dreams do exist. After this realization, it makes me wonder, what if all those places in my dreams are real? And what if all those characters in my dreams are also real? Would I still dare to dream upon knowing the answer to these questions? Or would I just lie awake and wait for things to unfold?
Dreams, they are indeed mysterious yet surprisingly wonderful when it meets reality.