I was at home, and when I opened the door to our outdoor kitchen, I saw a thief. He was just wearing plain yellow shirt, and pants. I fought him with a stick, but he fought back, and he tried to get in through the door I opened, which remained open. Then many more arrived. I had to transform.
Using what I called "mecha-magic," I transformed into a huge robot and chased them, together with an ally. We went back home.
I was in some kind of event. I had the thought that it was in Cebu. I then found out that some humans went underground, or hid somewhere safe, because the date meant that it's the end of the world. Many of us think that's ridiculous.
I was inside a building, probably a school, together with a lot of people, when we felt a tremor. Then we saw missiles flying up the school, and I saw it both inside a building and on the roof on clear daylight. There's an even stronger earthquake, and everybody ran.
I was on the ground, running with everyone else. Huge boulders and pieces of falling buildings fell on people and killed them on the spot. I had to keep watching the skies to make sure none falls on me. I had the thought then that this has to be a dream, but I countered myself that it's a strange reality. I kept running, and the day turned to night.
I reached a comfort room, with yellow-colored walls, with a lot of guys. Most of them are topless, with white shorts or pants. I thought to myself, since it's the end of the world, I might as well have fun with one.
I picked a cute guy, and played around with him, when I thought, what if the world won't end? So I used protection. This scene was hazy, but I vaguely recall being on top of him.
I then wondered what to do next. I realized a lot of people die. I thought to myself that a catastrophe really happened. I decided to meet with survivors and pool our skills to survive.
We gathered in a home, on top of what looked like a pyramid surrounded by water. Not only that, but it looked like it's in the middle of a dense jungle; it's so dark. I had to be careful on the way to the house, or else I'll fall into the fast-running waters. I heard mom worry that it might flood, and she asked the previous owner who assured her it was safe.
Near the pyramid, there's a small house where everybody gathered. We didn't gather on the house on top after all. I had to swim across a river to get there. There's one very tall, skinny, moreno teenager with a shoulder-length hair. He was wearing a white shirt. I found him cute. I measured his height, and found out he's two feet taller than I am! He had has back to me all this time.
We changed place. This time, we're in a futuristic home, with white, clean stuff: walls, bedsheets, chairs, bed, floor. Almost everything is white. And it's high-quality white, not just some hazy white.
We went to the bedroom, and it seems we just shared one bedroom, with many beds. One of our companion was assigned to, or chose, the kitchen countertop. I wondered why.
I wanted to go back and get my camera in a tricycle terminal. Some of my companions joined me. When we arrived, it's no longer there. People are "business as usual" in that place, which is near the market. I guess people still have to eat and make money even after a calamity. We took a tricycle back to the house.
Along the way, we were almost confused where to go. We crossed a small bridge, and I saw the sea on the left side. Then mom (?) found the pathway to the house. We went there. But there's a blue 10(?)-wheeler along the way, facing in the direction we were going, and was just staying to the right of the road, but somehow, it moved, and almost hit us when it moved suddenly.
There's a path to our house.
I found myself and a friend walking along a field of dried-up land. There are no living flora; only decaying grasses and other plants. It was night. It felt desolate. I think it was she who told me that the earth is drying up. The planet is collecting the remaining moisture elsewhere until it expands. Meanwhile, we humans must sleep in some sort of stasis cells, and then wake up once the earth is once again in its pristine state. I'm sure it wasn't me talking, because I'd have said humans should just die and let nature work.
I surveyed the field, the fallen debris and blocks. I looked down at the place where I ran to during the earthquake from on top of a ruined building. It feels depressing, because it's the end. All things must come to an end, I thought then.
I was back on the ground, still in that dark, desolate land. Then my companion, who was with me earlier, said we should hurry up to catch up with the others. I almost lost her when she ran ahead, but then I saw the light from "outside," even though I should already be outside.
I walked towards the doorway. I saw my friend up ahead. She was shorter than me, wearing a red dress. There were two doorways up ahead, leading "outside." I saw Charles pass by outside, and he told me to hurry up, "we're leaving."
I went out, and saw we have a vehicle. I think it was a tricycle.
(No scene; just a feeling): I felt as if although it's the "end," it's also the beginning of something new. The feeling I felt at the end is so complex, it's hard to just say it is one thing or the other. It felt something like renewal, adventure, journey, new life. Most of all, it felt something like hope.
