December 19, 1999

THE MOCKING WAITER
I am in the Ateneo Grade School cafeteria, brinbging my tray of lunch food to one of the tables. As I pay for my meal, one of the waiters mocks me. His words are a blur, but it gets me riled. There is a metal instrument in my hand suddenly and my rage seethes from my chest like red embers. I confront him ab out his taunts, backing him up into a corner, wielding the metal instrument... but in the end, am not able to bring myself to hit him. Insted I continue to shout at him. And then turn my back on him to return toi my food. Coward, I think to myself. I doubt whether the waiter is cowed.

December 20, 1999

THE WITCHES' RESORT
I'm in a holiday resort in the middle of some fine countryside. Swimming pools, buffets, lavish settings. I'm close with this woman and her child. Another man---presumably her husband is starting to notice the attention I'm giving the woman. He gets irritated and starts to make snide comments. But he still talks into his celphone more than he talks to them--making his business deals and his plans and schemes.
___ At one point I realize the other women in the resort are not mere women, but witches. I'm not sure it includes the wife and child I am smitten with. But at one ritual, gathered around a campfire, but indoors, I notice strange things around me, more felt than seen. Shadows. Dancing lights. I am intoxicated. I have my hands all over the wife, whose name I still do not know.
___ The next day we ru away together, to get to the airport and escape. But the airport is closed and there is a storm coming and there is no place else to stay except back at the resort, so we return. And the husband is there in the pool, making snide remarks about how unsuccessful our planned getaway was. He is a moustached potbellied man with blue trunks. And he still holds a celphone.
___ This agitates me. I am furious.

December 21, 1999

DWARVES WAKE, CHOIR SINGS
I am in a concert hall. There is a performance going on which apparently I have been an organizer of. Members of Bukas Palad, the choir I've been a part of since college, are going up onstage to sing. But since there is no proper sound system, I have rigged powerful components together and control them from the audience section by remote control. One of the girls goes up to sing Amy Grant's "Arms Of Love". I press 'play' on my remote but apparently the minus one tape wasn't cued properly... good thing the singer knows the song so well she is able to start immediately.
___ Then I am at a mountain retreat house, where a large church overlooks all. Idyllic. Postcard type setting. Kulang na lang may snow. And suddeny there is this parade of dead priests, humorously called the "dwarves" because in death they look stunted and thin. About 10 or so uncovered corpses on regal stretchers are paraded into the retreat center. Bukas Palad once again is singing for the wake. As we gather around, someone jumps on my back. It is one of the girls in a brown sweater. Bizarre.

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