Second dream, I was supposed to attend a party. However, I can't go until I finish cooking a mountainous pile of books. It really felt freaky while I was in that dream, cooking books, which just kept on increasing and increasing everytime I finished cooking one. Nakakatakot. Magluluto ka ba ng libro?
Then it hit me like a big yellow school bus, what if those dreams were about hell? They felt like hell. Have I been dreaming about hell since I was little? Will I be an Inluenza A virus subtype H1N1 carrier and die and go to hell afterwards? Will I undergo stuff like what Jessica Zafra wrote in 500 People You Meet in Hell?
I hope not. I want these farting butterflies in my stomach assassinated. Now.
Can I say shit? Shit.





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