Two nights ago, I had a very strange dream. I dreamed that I was walking a long road destined to meet my former SAA classmates who have all been good to me. I first meet Tomas Cornelio near a church, we shook hands, had a brief conversation, and said goodbye to each other. But just as I was about to go forward, I encountered Jones Mortega, one of the many sadistic childhood bullies I've faced. I tend pointed at him and said "Fuck you!" then I turned the other way never completing my journey.

And that's when I woke up.