Travel Ban

In the dream was supposedly a day before our flight to Bangkok and Ian and I were about to pack our bags. We have not moved a single stuff though, because the COVID-19 crisis was holding us on our necks. Everything was in one place in what seemed like our family’s home, but the house looked like it had been rearranged but I’m sure I saw our floor tiles.

The TV was on. And we were holding onto our phones when suddenly we got the go signal to proceed with the trip so we started packing.

Suddenly I was in Hong Kong, in Mong Kok if I wasn’t mistaken, but the streets were empty. I found myself taking off from a small pick-up truck, and I was wearing a black thick jacket for winter. Next thing I knew, I was in front of the Wat Arun and Wat Pho temples in Bangkok and was trying to brush off my hair that’s hitting my face. Then I was at the beach, in La Union, standing on the rocks by the Urbiztondo shore.

All sceneries felt like were being filmed.

And then back to the house again, with all the stuff on the floor. We still haven’t finished the packing. Then we thought again if it was indeed safe to push through with the trip because the travel ban was still on.

And then I woke up.