Dreams & Illusions Pt. 1

I woke up... I thought I died. Every day I dream vividly, thinking it's real, and wake up in the morning, and it's still the same cycle over and over again. Back at the house's renovation, the Covid-19 vaccines being rolled out in the Philippines, being free from the oppression of the ebony tower, being the Lord of the Night doing my carnal desires. Each story is the same intro yet different scenarios depending on what I do. It's... odd... it's driving me to insanity.

It's sunshine through the window. That is the only thing that wakes me up in the morning. It was hard to get up. I went to Discord. These dreams I have are a revelation to be seen and know which actions and decisions I take in real life. Just to know what happens. They are revelations. Revelations itself is the holy term of divination. Still, the word Divination is just like revelations, but this is quite satanic and demonic, just like how fortune-telling from tarot cards is illegal to the Catholic Church.

I got up from bed, the same shit happened...

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We all know the story. Let us not mention it over and over again. But at least I am free. I might need to take better action this time. This is either a dream, or this is the reality now. Who knows?

I went to Hebrew to buy a double espresso and to the public markets of Santo Nino of Guagua just to buy cheaper stock of cigarettes. I purchased an entire rim. Buying at convenience stores or grocery markets is twice as much as expensive. The virus still goes on. Yet I am vaccinated. We still need to wear masks. I told my father I was coming home by dawn, but I would go home earlier than 8 PM if there was still a curfew.

He said I can do whatever I want as long as I don't drink.

This again!

"I do not drink... wine."

He chuckled, "Yeah, Dracula, go drink blood all night. But, go on, have fun!"

I smirked at him and skipped all the way to Bacolor. Again, at the Vatican, this time, this place is the one I choose for this reality.

I was smoking wearing sunglasses that my cousin Cristian gave to me. And drinking Cobra Energy Drink. I was alone. Yet a familiar face came by. It was none other than the childish Ian, yet he's all grown up, buffed, big and robust, perhaps wiser than I am now. He used to be a wimpy kid back in high school, and I was his only friend. Then I introduced him to my other friends. He always follows me wherever I go. He was anxious when I first met him.

"Just chillax, bro." were my words as a young teenager in 7th grade with him in the same class. Then he started to idolise me, wanting to call me his big brother. I declined that. I told him just to call me by my real name instead. Years have passed in those high school days we had, all 4 years of friendship. Nothing broke us apart except the part where I went mad dog mode and cursed at him loudly to kill himself thanks to my unbearable stress. I was extremely mentally unstable at the time. Finally, he met me again. He just glanced at me and walked away.

"Ian!" I called out his name

"Who are you?" he asked

"It's me, Klei. Sorry about what happened... I hope we can be friends again."

"Sure, it's no problem. How are you doing? We heard you dropped out, bringing a bottle of blood and many types of deadly weapons."

"Please do not bring up the past. I was just passing by and saw you. You changed. You're huge now. Do you work out?"

"Yeah, and you never changed. I mean, literally look at yourself. You never even aged!"

"I know, right? It's weird."

"And your voice still sounds the same high-pitched like you're still in puberty."

"Yep."

"But seeing you here like this feels like your attitude never changed!"

"Are you a psychic? A mind reader?"

"No fuckin' idea, HAHA!"

"You have to thank me for why you had a great high school life. I was the key to make you feel less nervous and less childish and make better friends than I did back in San Juan Nepo."

"You still live there?"

"No, we have another house there. In the RILLES, not in the apartment. We moved into Ramar Village in San Fernando City after I dropped out. Then we went back here while the old house is being renovated."

"Nice, so... how old are you now?"

"22 in July."

"Fuckin' Christ! Really?! You still look like when we were in 7th grade!"

"Maybe your eyes deceive you."

"Man, I don't even know what that means. But hey, I got things to do, so I got to go now. Thanks for talking to me again."

"And thank you for not refusing my apology. Farewell, Ian."

"See yah again, body!"

"I hope we cross paths again!"

Ian is a popular idol in this part of Bacolor. Thanks to me, he has gained many friends. I taught him how to make friends, where hypocritically, I don't know how to make friends in my own style. Still, I taught him the humane way to do it, but I have a different mindset...

Thanks that I am friends with him. His other friends talked to me. Most of them even remember that I was here before back in 7th grade of Highschool that I usually visit here. So I made a couple of friends here. So this is better, I guess?

But these people lack flavour. So, I visited DHVTSU in the same town as Bacolor. Here I meet my relative in the Parico family, my cousin Benjie, younger brother of cousin Cristian. He's a barber and a tattoo artist. I asked him who I could get a tattoo from.

He told me my old best friend of a cousin named Jayden is the best tattoo artist in the family. I remember my childhood with him when I used to take my summer breaks there with my big brother Regie. Since big bro Reginald is now in North Carolina with his new family, I had to focus ongoing to Greenville myself, where my big bro was raised by my mother's side.

So, I travelled to San Fernando City and took a jeepney carriage drive that points to the Mexico City border from San Fernando City, where two opposing malls face each other every day in the battle to whom gets the customers most every day.

And it seems that SM Mall is winning, but Robinsons Malls enters the fray and never lets the SM Mall defeat it. It's been like that for years and years now. A century even. SM used to be just a shoe market. Hence, the name SM means Shoe Market. Then it became a mall it renamed itself as Super Mall. Now you got everything you need there.

Except Robinson may be losing to SM, but it never dies. It never gets bankrupt by its fierce opponent, SM Mall. But on the way there, I stopped by Greenville. I hired a wheeled carriage to take me inside the subdivision thanks to the dogs here that have "traumatised" me as a child, and I know what type of dogs they have here in the streets. Just to be safe, I entered through safely by a wheeler.

I knocked on the door. It was opened. Then here... Jaydel met me. Since Jayden is just a beginning per se, I asked his father, uncle Joel Robillos, to tattoo my burnt arm. It's a long story, and I think I told the story of how I got the burnt arm in the first place. But I do not quite remember everything I write.

It's weird how my skin regenerates slowly. The burnt mark isn't even there anymore. So, I asked him to give me a Gokudo dragon tattoo all over my right arm. And so he did. He said he could do it for free.

It was coloured, it was beautiful. It isn't even painful, nor do I feel a sensation in any way. Thanks to my max pain tolerance, I do not feel pain, yet I do love the pleasure of being stabbed or shot, or beaten. As sadistic as I can be as well.

That night, I went Downtown in San Fernando. I know it's the same place as the last dream reality I had, but I want to go to a bar just to feed and hope it's not the same story all over again.

Here I met Isabel. At the bar, she was 18 years young. I introduced myself to her after offering her a drink. She asked me my name. I told her just to call me "My Prince". Since Prince Alucard is the name, I go nowadays in Discord.

Her friends came by, but good thing she was single. If she had a boyfriend, I could have killed somebody in cold blood yet red-handed inside a bar over some spite of jealousy another man has.

She had many friends. She introduced me to them. I bowed my head a bit as I greeted them. They saw my tattoo and asked about it.

"Oh, this? Ah-ha-ha... Maybe I am Gokudo."

They laughed as I laughed as well at the same time.

"Well, it's nice for Shi-san to finally get an actual tattoo. You're the mad dog. Why a dragon?"

"Ah, shit..."

"What's wrong?"

"You guys are... in the Shinda clan, too?"

"Yes, we are. Some of our spies in Downtown told us you were coming in here, so we set up a girl to lure you. Since you love drinking blood... we could give you a willing donor."

"Seems suspicious."

"No, she's not sick."

"That is not the point, and vampires do not get sick."

"Well, what else do you want than blood?"

I sighed, "It's just that, in the Gokudo world, I don't know who to trust. Most of them trying to approach me or contacting me or talking to me are Ken's men."

"Ken?! HAHAHA! You already killed him!"

"Yes, in the Demeter."

"Yeah, we heard. You took pictures of his corpse. It went viral, and oh wow, how angry the fuckin' Sendhouse clan are at yah!"

"Look, the Gokudo life isn't for me anymore. But I'm not saying I want to get expelled. Of course, the Gokudo needs me from time to time, but the life of the party of a Gokudo is not what I want anymore..."

"Why not?"

"It's hard to explain. Forgive me."

"Alright, we understand. But we hope you don't quite like last time."

"Yes, of course."

"Well, I may have to leave now."

"You offered this young lady a drink without fucking her?"

"I am a gentleman. Not a pimp."

"Nah, you just want her blood. But go on, if you want to leave us right here, it's fine... we just missed you."

I left...

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