I entered a thorny garden going to a stair which I perceived has 20 steps before reaching the first floor. The interior was not attractive as it was seen outside. I was inside a gigantic nipa hut. All were made of wood, and I mean coco lumber, which was ordinary. Three of the inhabitants were squatting on the floor. ‘What kind of institution is this?’, I asked myself. I approached a middle-aged woman who was standing and asked to meet their supervisor. I was assisted going up and waited for at least 5 minutes in a sofa three meters away from the door of the supervisor which was elevated with a three stair-steps. A nearly 4-foot woman came out. I hardly distinguished her dress that time. I stood up to greet her subsequently handing the communication letter. We talked on the sofa I was seating. After a few exchange of words, I rolled my eyes around the place and noticed men watching us. They were inhabitants too I guess, which to me seemed to be militants. I felt terrified but pretended it did not affect me. My friend texted me that he will come to fetch me. I was not able to answer him back Few conversations with the supervisor and off I went out.
I went out from a concrete parking area like that of a five star hotel in our city. I was not with my driver anymore. I was searching for my black Honda Civic car when my friend appeared smiling at me. I never thought he would actually come to the place. He came over and greeted me. We entered the car and I started the engine. The road was not cemented and the way was dusty. I drove nearly a hundred meters away and a man his late 30s was running beside my car and pointing a gun on us. I stepped to speed-up the car. We escaped but after a few meters more another gunmen were waiting to shoot us. My heart’s racing, beating faster, and faster. I could hardly breathe. Then I freeze.
I temporarily escaped death… I woke up! Goodness! That was just a dream…
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