The FIVE people I meet (where?)

A quintology

As you might think that this is like just Mitch Albom's Book "The Five People You Meet in Heaven", you're definitely right. However, I'll just make certain adjustments because: 1) I'm not dead yet. 2) I do not believe in heaven and 3) I'm GAY. I do not know the necessity of the third reason but hell! I don't fucking care, I just feel like saying it. Haha.

THE FIRST PERSON MELCH meets (in his dreams)

It is Thursday and it is my day off from work. Days like this, away from the office, not thinking about rules, not thinking about deadlines, not thinking about your daily performance is heaven- and Greenbelt is heaven.

However, that day in Greenbelt was somewhat different. Most of the time, I usually come late at night together with friends to make chika over coffee or party to death in Havana. That Thursday, I came alone, around 4 in the afternoon. Dreary-eyed, and my mind still bears the cobwebs of my recent sleep. I dreamt of Lauralei.

So, you might be asking "Who in the bloody world is Lauralei?"

She haunted my dreams for the past weeks. At first, I didn't mind her. She might be just one of my passing nightmares, but one night, she introduced herself. She said her name was Lauralei and I was forced to talk to her and look at her sorry miserable face. She exactly looks like as somebody who has been pulled out from a set of a certain shake-rattle-and-roll film. However, she didn't scare me that much, especially when she started haunting my dreams every god-forsaken night.

I got used to her explosive hair, twisting and curling in all known directions. I got used to her fractured skull spewing out blood, parts of her brain and glop over her face. And her smell, which always reminds me of the horse I used to ride when I was a kid in El Kabayo.

She always comes before 4 am. We have a little talk and I always wake up exactly at 4 am. This had happened for the past 5 days. Straight. Irritated, I always asked her to go away and let me be in my sleep but she kept on insisting, she said she has something to tell me.

Last night, I finally asked her the inevitable question, I asked her how she died because for chrissake she's dead, otherwise she won't be haunting be. She might be a pigment of my imagination but honestly, she is more of a ghost. As much as I don't want to think of that fact, for fucking out loud – that's the truth, SHE's A WANDERING SPIRIT - restless - without a peace.

I f only I knew that this is what I am going to endure, I should have not budged to open my media (commercially known as the 6th sense).

Anyway, after I asked her the question, she smiled at me sheepishly as if a little girl talking to her puppy love. She touched my hand and suddenly we were on a certain street. I did not recognize the place, I have never been there, but judging from the street signs, we were still in Makati.

I saw a tricycle drove past us. It's fast as hell. And everything happened in a blink of an eye. I heard a loud horn. A passing truck. A screech. A BANG. Then everything just ended. I saw Lauralei in the tricyle, skull split open.

I woke up. Looked at the wall clock in my room. 4 am.

GOSH! This girl is freaking me out.

From then onwards, I wasn't able to catch any sleep. I just found myself wandering in the lavish stores and coffee shops of Greenbelt.

~ end of PART ONE ~