It was an unplanned plan. We were supposed to go to Cebu with my family and due to some schedule reasons, I ended up alone. I was excited at first and despite the rain and what seemed to be a storm I felt good about travelling alone. I arrived at the Cebu airport and asked someone to take me to some motels and hotels to stay at. I was eating and they were waiting for me. Finally when I was ready to go we took off and I was lucky enough to meet someone else who was travelling alone. We were at the balcony of one of the hotels the tricycle drivers had suggested. We were discussing it and I was suddenly feeling really good and excited about solo travelling – again. Suddenly, I saw behind the girl I was with some waves. I was wondering at first why I was seeing it. And it hit me at the point where I realized I was in danger. I was watching my dream like I was the third party, like a movie. We were there, alone, holding onto the balcony when 2 huge waves, towering just a few meters above us hit through us – me. It almost felt like nothing and I thought it was because I could swim. The next one felt like a breeze as well and I didn’t have to hold my breath. The girl I was with wasn’t having the same ease. She was turned not to the balcony’s view but to the hotel and I wondered what she was looking at. I turned around to the view I hadn’t realized was there. Right after we were hit by 2 what seemed now as two small waves, behind us was a bigger wave, not sure where it came from but it was towering above the smaller waves awhile ago and it was going to ram with the smaller one. I waited for the wave to hit me, patiently and prepared for doom. I didn’t want to die and all I could think of was how lucky I was that my family wouldn’t have to experience this and how awful it would’ve been if my family was here and my two brothers wouldn’t have survived the first two tidal waves. I watched myself from the back this time as the higher wave hit through me. It seemed endless, unlike the two earlier waves. I was breathing normally and my eyes were closed. I don’t remember any force, any force from the waves. I opened my eyes once I couldn’t feel the water anymore, only to see another even bigger wave coming up. I braced myself, heart pounding and closed my eyes – praying not for my death but for the safety of my family. Being inside the water felt so long. I waited and I waited, holding my breath, afraid to let go, afraid to not hold my breath and die. When I couldn’t hold any longer, I woke up.

I don’t know what the dream means or if it does mean anything. But with all the earthquakes, tsunami warnings and all that, I hope it doesn’t mean anything bad.