Terrible, Terrible Dream
Don't read down If you are faint of heart...
All of us went back to the Philippines for a vacation. Me, Silvain and my Mom went back to meet Aldrich and Dad, along with Tito Mayo and Tita Michelle and their children, Alec and Mariele. We took a van to Baguio, and went to this remote town from there. They were having a town fiesta, and we decided to drive around their circumferential road about 5 times, if I remember correctly.
At first, we noticed the townspeople roasting lechon over coals spread across the town basketball court. Then, it seemed like I was the only one who saw it, but it also seemed like they were cleaning at least two dead human bodies.
The van went round as we watched the festivities around us, with the colorful paper cut-outs and banderitas and stuff.
On the second round, I noticed that they were driving stakes through the dead bodies, and preparing them to be roasted. As we turned around the corner I noticed that among the many colorful decorations, their were masks made out of dead people's faces writhing in agony, painted over with pretty colors. Some bodies were made into mannequins in comical poses and painted colorfully as well.
Each time we drive around, the bodies are in different stages of roasting. It wasn't until the 5th round that Mom noticed what was happening. She let out a long shriek, which morphed into a sort of painfully high-pitched siren sound. I could barely hear anything else.
And then I woke up.
All of us went back to the Philippines for a vacation. Me, Silvain and my Mom went back to meet Aldrich and Dad, along with Tito Mayo and Tita Michelle and their children, Alec and Mariele. We took a van to Baguio, and went to this remote town from there. They were having a town fiesta, and we decided to drive around their circumferential road about 5 times, if I remember correctly.
At first, we noticed the townspeople roasting lechon over coals spread across the town basketball court. Then, it seemed like I was the only one who saw it, but it also seemed like they were cleaning at least two dead human bodies.
The van went round as we watched the festivities around us, with the colorful paper cut-outs and banderitas and stuff.
On the second round, I noticed that they were driving stakes through the dead bodies, and preparing them to be roasted. As we turned around the corner I noticed that among the many colorful decorations, their were masks made out of dead people's faces writhing in agony, painted over with pretty colors. Some bodies were made into mannequins in comical poses and painted colorfully as well.
Each time we drive around, the bodies are in different stages of roasting. It wasn't until the 5th round that Mom noticed what was happening. She let out a long shriek, which morphed into a sort of painfully high-pitched siren sound. I could barely hear anything else.
And then I woke up.