Before I woke up around 4 o'clock this morning, I had a dream. I was in my younger years, mid twenties and very irresistible to girls and snipers. So it's not a beautiful dream at all because of snipers who spoiled it.
But let me continue. I had finished eating a delicious mushroom meal in a small eatery and there was a girl with chocolate-colored skin and clean white teeth at the counter. I asked her, “How much?” She smiled and told me the price and I immediately handed her a hundred-peso bill. We had a brief conversation and after a couple of minutes I was unable to resist her charm and I asked her, “May I . . . .” She giggled, somewhat thrilled at the idea. But some stupid snipers started playing their usual cheap tricks whose target was me. I then woke up and I had a mixed feeling of anger and happiness. What a dream! I almost thought it was real.
Here in my country, the Philippines, snipers are aplenty and seldom confronted by their victims. Sniping, I guess, is our national pastime. But up to now I'm not used to it. By the way, the sniper operates through indirect verbal attack. The sniping mentality is this: I will always deny when you confront me. How could you? I didn't even mention your name. Meantime, pretend you are deaf. Ah, snipers are cowards and have no dignity. Yet we get the deepest wounds from them. They spoil everything. Solution? Once exposed out of their hiding place, shoot them, even in your dreams.
