Snakehead

We were in the south — Las Piñas/Parañaque area, and though it seemed like we were still dealing with the COVID-19 crisis, going to work via commute was already allowed. I saw myself at a terminal, a blue multi-cab in line, with plastic dividers that were designed for social distancing.

I was supposed to get in but the next scene featured me in an old-type bus — non-air-conditioned, and the seats were made of wood. That gave off rural vibes but my former boss (whom even if we only had a brief time together is someone I consider as a real mentor and whom I owe most of my knowledge to), still as sleek and formal as ever, was seated behind me in his checkered navy, white and olive polo while holding onto his black Samsung phone. Probably the S20 because that’s how brand love is for him haha

I don’t know how or why but I had to book a Grab ride while the bus was moving, and I did. I was waiting for the ride so I could get off, kept on refreshing the app to check if the driver was on his way. It seemed like he was, but the GPS tracker on the app was showing there’s no movement happening at a dead end street.

Then all of a freaking sudden, a bloody creature went in the bus, its skin peeled and bones revealed, which turned out to be a head of a snake (yes, no body, just the head) attached to a twig with sprinkles of soil and plant leaves. It wasn’t that big to cause panic and commotion among the passengers, and the encounter was short as the hole on the floor of the bus sucked it quick that it was probably left in the middle of the dusty road. Plus it seemed to be already dead, just that the blood smelled fresh w t f

And then suddenly, my phone rang. It was the Grab driver calling from the dead end street on the map, saying he hit the wall because a snake appeared while he was driving. He was bruised, still on his seat, and the car’s hood was smashed.

I entered the emergency room of the provincial hospital, then I woke up.

Holy fucking hell, that was weird.