MB 118

Christmas was in the air. The room was set up well. Students are exuding good vibes. Even the professor was cheerful. The atmosphere felt light. It was the last day of classes before going on Christmas vacation.

Strangely, I found myself back where I was a year ago, in a class I haven’t had in months: Math 2. I took Math 2 second semester of last school year. And we didn’t have any sort of Christmas party in that class. Yet here I was, in that class, with Sir Adj, with my previous classmates.

And the room we were in was even stranger. Room 118 of the Math building, a room I have not encountered since last year’s first semester. Really weird.

Anyway, the chairs and tables were set up in such a way that the room would be spacious in the middle, with some tables grouped together and placed in front of the blackboard for the food to be placed on. On the table, there were chips, some disposable plates, and three bottles of soda, a regular 1.5-liter Coca Cola standing in the middle.

She was with me, wearing a red dress, as if she was in a formal event. I, on the other hand, don’t remember what I was wearing. I think it was the long-sleeve polo I wore during Kapihan, plus jeans and rubber shoes. Nothing too formal. All the rest, casual clothes. Yes, if I’m not mistaken, we were the best-dressed.

And she’s not even my classmate.

Unlike  in my previous dreams, I couldn’t get close to her for some reason. I tried holding her hand but it seemed like there was a force pushing my hand away. Or maybe it was just me being reluctant to hold her hand. Next, I tried  putting my arm around her shoulder. Same issue. I couldn’t. Something was stopping me.

The party went on. We talked a bit more. It seemed like she was the only one in the room. I didn’t notice the others. I didn’t even know anyone else in the room except for her and my professor.

Suddenly, I was asking her to come with me by pulling her with me. I can’t recall what I was doing, or rather, why I was doing it. I brought her to the front and made her stand in front of the table where the food was. Meanwhile, I was making my way up the table, climbing it because, uh, I don’t really know why. I think I was trying to reach for something. I don’t know.

Or maybe I was gonna dance. Or put on a show.

Then I was back in my room, suddenly awakened, bothered not by the fact that I went on the table in front of everybody and did God-knows-what, but because I was unable to hold her hand and treat her the way I did in the past.

Cool dream, though.

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