THE PASSENGER BUS, THE TRAGEDY AND THE FLOOD
We are inside a bus full of passengers. The road was very deep, muddy, all brown and it was excavated deeply through the passage of time in two lanes due to the heavy force from the wheels of the heavy trucks.
It's so difficult, the bus kept on running despite the odds.
Our bus was like bowing left and right, and it came like spinning over the road. The bus was tumbling on the mud but it made itself stood back again successfully, like a miracle!
Some of the passengers were very noisy, talking (nonsense) out loud, and I stood up, spoke loud, "SILENCE!" But they did not listen, they just continued talking, and I spoke again, "SILENCE!"
The bus passed by a very deep body of water, very high, like a mountain, crystal clear. The deep body of water was like standing on its own like an aquarium.
Our bus just passed safely along, until it suddenly stopped as we came at a certain point on the road.
Then, an old woman went down from the bus to see the driver and his companions in front.
Something was amiss. I saw the old woman soaking herself in the flood water, so brown, chest deep, to get something.
And I went down as well, the rest followed. I walked to the left corner and the driver and his companions were there.
I saw a man lying on a table. And another man said, "It's hard to bring the dead to life..."
I scolded everyone as they came near me talking... "Instead of talking out loud, we should PRAY."
"...to God through Jesus Christ... "
"...in Jesus name..."
People talked to one another. And I answered them,
"He knows, ... you cannot see him. You cannot see him. But he's here!"
And I woke up.
-A dream by A. Patino (12.19.2023 2am)