The Dream


Original Story © Hark Herald C. Sarmiento

A dream came to a man at dawn. In his dream, it was dark. It was dark because he’s under the tableseemingly waiting for someone to come.

Then, there were footsteps. The footsteps grow louder and nearer. Then from the direction of the sound he saw feet. The feet came closer to his direction. What shall he do? The dreamer doesn’t understand but he’s afraid of the feet. Now, the feet are in front of him. He tried hard not to move and not to breathe so as not to create any sound at all.

But the man whose feet are visible to the dreamer bent down! The dreamer’ heart pounded very fast. When their eyes met, the man’s face was shown to the dreamer! It was his father. “Goodness me”, thought the dreamer, “no need to panic!”

But something was wrong. Something must be wrong for his father was pointing a gun to him. Why? He doesn’t understand. However, he begged his father not to shoot him yet. He in turn gave him a chance to say goodbye to his family.

At home, he busied himself saying goodbye. But only one of his four sisters was there. His mother was not there either. Her sister’s crying. She doesn’t know the reason for his execution. In the absence of his other family members, the dreamer wrote a letter for them instead. He even recorded his voice for them to remember. He was crying. He and his sister were crying. His friends abroad came to his mind. “What about them? How shall I say goodbye?” he asked himself. The dreamer tried to call them but in vain. There were no responses.

When the farewell is over, he decided to go back to his father and face his end. It was dark where his father was. It was dark. He could not see. He could not see for his eyes were closed.

At that instant, he was awakened.

When he woke up, the dreamer realized that it was but a dream. Thanks be to God! Thanks be to God, it was but a dream! The dreamer ran to his parents who were still asleep and kissed them and hugged them and told them everything he should have said all these years. He expressed his feelings before it’s too late to tell them those as he saw in his dream. He wrote letters to friends containing messages of gratitude and complements. He told everybody things they ought to hear from him.

When he had done all these, the dreamer wrote his last will and testament. He thought to himself, “Just in case death comes on a sudden, I need not to hurry like that on my dream.” He wrote in the testament everything that he wants to happen when he die. He also included specific instructions on how things should work when he’s gone.

Finally, the dreamer wrote a story about his dream.


About harksarmiento

Filipino. 27. Licensed Teacher of English. Writer. Leader and Team-builder. Speaker. Affiliations: PALT, Inc. (Active Member); PNU Manila (MA ELE); ONHS Main (English Department). Areas of Interest: Research, Philosophy, Psychology, Logic, Languages, Music, Politics, and Religion. Inclinations: blogging, watching movies, writing, reading. Hobby: badminton. Personality: Passionate, straightforward, tenacious.

Posted on September 11, 2011, in Philosophy, Short Stories, Uncategorized and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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