I wasn't myself.

As soon as I woke up, I rushed to where our Bible was located. It's been long since I've held or even thought of reading a Bible. I just needed answers. Why did that happen? What does that dream mean? Am I really going to fall? Is hell my destination?

No. It can't be.

I flipped to Revelation. I started reading it. I wanted to check if that dream was just one of those random, pointless ones or if it really meant something that I should know of. Did that dream come from the Lord? Well, this Bible holds the answer. 

I thought of the events that happened in that dream. Earthquake. Darkness. Floating. Falling. I thought that if those events were stated in the Bible, it definitely was a message. Classes start at 7:20 a.m. and it was already 6:30 a.m. which is the time that I should be changing into my uniform. But I was determined to find the answers that I disregarded the time. I tried to digest every word I've been reading. Halfway through chapter 3, I stopped. Just because I realized that it was already 6:53 a.m. I took a shower and changed into my uniform with ten minutes to spare. But I knew that I was going to be late anyway so I didn't bother to rush. After all, my Science teacher knew me for being tardy in her class. I shoved my things in my bag along with the Bible, went downstairs to pack my lunch, said goodbye to mom and went off. 

While I was waiting for a jeepney, the dream suddenly came flashing back. 

"I'm slipping!" I yelled at Vince. "I can't hold on!" he yelled back.

Then I slipped and he disappeared in the light while I plunge into the darkness. 

I was taken out back to reality when a jeepney honked in front of me. I immediately went in, trying to squeeze myself between people and trying to sit in that little space that was left. I put on my headset and played some songs to clear my mind of that puzzling dream, but it had no effect. The dream would try to penetrate through my brain. 

When I arrived at school, I ran to our classroom. I stopped in front of the door to catch my breath and check the time. It was 7:43 a.m., for sure I've been missing a lot on the lessons but it doesn't matter. I just wanted it to be recess time so I could read the Bible and look for the answers to the questions in my mind.

I composed myself then pushed the door. The teacher stopped talking and looked at me. Even my classmates did. I hated them. I hated the way they stare at me. I hated those moments where you enter your classroom late and everyone looks at you like some sort of a criminal! I had a blank face outside but on the inside, I was furious. 

As I sat down my chair, still enduring the judgmental stares of everyone, I placed my bag on the floor and pulled out my notebook and my pen. After that, I gave death looks to some people and when I looked at my teacher, she continued. And with that, my classmates turned their attention back to her.

It was almost time but I still can't get that dream out of my head. I wanted to grab the Bible and get on to some reading but I knew that I'd get scolded by Mrs. Cobblestone. So I just put my head down and scribbled at the back of my notebook. I couldn't catch up to the lesson and I did not have any intention of doing so.

I was taken aback when I heard the class say goodbye. I didn't not notice the time as I scribbled through my notebook. Mostly pointless things like lines and cubes and stuff. People tried talking to me, but I avoided them. Why? Because the next subject is Math.

And no, it's not terrifying. I actually understand the lessons. It's just that I was thinking of asking my Math teacher myself regarding my dream. By the way, my Math teacher is a pastor so she must know of these things. And having experienced almost the same dream as I did, (except for the slipping and falling part) it'd be fitting to ask her the questions I have in mind.

We greeted her good morning as she entered and so did she. After the greetings, she pulled out some manila paper from one of her bags (she has three) and began taping them on our chalkboard. I was baffled. Should I ask her about it? I really don't know.

After she finished setting up, she went on with the lesson. I tried to shake the thought of asking her directly what my dream really means, but I was not sure if I should. I don't even know if that dream has meaning. Maybe it was random, like one of my other dreams. But, this dream was different. It felt so real and, unlike my other dreams, I actually remembered everything when I woke up which, trust me, doesn't happen always.

"Gray?" I was taken aback at the mention of my name. I faced in front and saw that Mrs. Smith was actually looking at me. The tone of her voice was a little forceful, indicating that she had been calling my name for more than once. Everyone was looking at me. "Yes, ma'am?" I answered back.

She walked through the room and reached the back where I'm seated. She looked down on me, face full of concern and asked, "Are you okay?". I nodded in response. I could tell that she didn't believe me "Are you sure?" she asked. I shrugged. She knew that I did not want to be the center of attention anymore so she just told me to answer some math equations on the chalkboard.

I stood up and walked towards the chalkboard, grabbed a piece of chalk and began solving. Upon finishing, everyone gave me a round of applause as I went back silently to my seat. I don't want to space out again so I tried my best to listen to the discussion.

At last, class was finished. It was recess. As soon as Mrs. Smith left, the room was full of chaos. Many were standing, shouting, walking or running around and babbling to each other. I took this time to search for the answers on the Bible. I took it out of my backpack, grabbed a pack of biscuits, opened the Bible and began reading.

I wanted answers and I want it now.