Dreams & Reality 2

I travel a lot and been to too many places that I accidentally caught photos and videos of places in the United Kingdom such as historic and old buildings being burnt. People on site where terrified and crying while witnessing the tragic event happen right before their eyes. I definitely love adventures and random happenings but not like this. Not like death defying and horrid situations that make people cry, die and hard to swallow kind of thing. I didn't know what happened but France is a beautiful country and Europe is a precious continent that has United Kingdom, Great Britain, France, and other beautiful and historic countries who has monuments and amazing architectures, scenic views and structures that are worth living and dying for to see until today.

Like a flame lit by a match, the tall buildings are eaten by fire, one by one the tall structures burned and many huge accounts, companies left barren, dead like you are seeing a wasteland with structures left in the dark and wanting. United Kingdom tried its best to flourish and kids loved the place and still lived successful for many years. After Putin's invasion, waging war against the countries he was once an ally, they became lifeless and inflation was high. Ukraine, and Europe suffered losses in lives, soldiers, families, children, livelihood, livestock, businesses, architectures and structures that have been built for hundreds or thousands of years and just gone in the blink of an eye due to war.

Fire broke out all over Europe and the U.S. It is like a blazing furnace compared to a mother who was searching for her lost city, building or place, is the same as losing her child in the midst of a warfare from anger, hate, revenge and bitterness of some people, leaders and nations. I was so scared and sad, searching for my lost child since I forgot the name of the hotel I booked us just to get a package which was stolen from me, the same as my life, my precious daughter, asset, skill or my time, life, maybe, being stolen from me, my own, then I woke up. Good grief, it was just a dream!!!!

I never liked having bad, strange, thought or soul provoking nightmares that stir your inner peace like a hundred times as trying to breathe from a choke or drown in the ocean full of huge tidal waves like in a typhoon or deluge. It is terrifying as hell and I would never try to

ask a spiritualist or fortune teller about my dreams. Or I would die from heartache and assumptions that my dreams were just my imagination. But most often than not, they are true and can happen sooner or later. I wanted to speak to Mark about it too. The fact of the matter is, I really want to meet Mark to talk to him about my dreams and to make him help me find the truth in them. And if he is able to reconcile the truth in all of it, he might be able to know how to stop all the bad things from happening and from destroying many people, not just where I am but in the world. I live in Hawaii now and I couldn't leave it even if it's a 10 hour flight from here to New York where my company is located. Or even if it's 7,901 kilometres distance west of the U.S. located in the Pacific Ocean. Big Island is where I stayed for about eight years now after I moved from London to New York and now here for good, maybe. I love terrain and colourful beaches of Papakolea and lush rainforest of Punalu'u. I owned a sort of cottage like home in Kailua-Kona at Kalani Way on the second floor of Kona Eastwind condominium with broad ocean view that caught my eyes the first time I ticked a realtor friend of mine who suggested to live here. I did and now I'm loving every moment of tranquillity I gain spending my days in my own condo unit with an oceanic view. I envisioned this happening too, and that's the only dream I really enjoyed having, unlike the bad ones that brought and brings sadness or remorse to me or someone else especially to children and elderly. I hate making children or elderly people suffer or lonely.

Hmm…when will I meet this angel who they called Mark? I really need to set an appointment with him, so I would know how to deal with the crazy dreams I have been having these past few days. I tried to call the long distance hotline to patch me through Auckland. Since it was said in the news and through my friend's research, she was able to find where his family lives and all. The phone rang when I was patched through by an automated voice. Hello, Mortha residence, who is calling, please?, a sweet and young voice asked. I started feeling chilly but was able to speak. Hi there, I am Alexis Miren and I want to speak with Belle or Mark please, are they there?

Well, my mom is here, and you are a reporter or what?, the receiver insisted to know. Ah well I am a photographer and digital creator. But I am putting a documentary on Times Magazine and I wanted Mr. Mortha and or his wife Mrs. Mortha to hit the cover of the mag, if it's fine with them, I added and honestly said my purpose simply and bluntly as possible. Yes, hang on please, I am Destiny, by the way!, the girl replied happily. Oh yes, nice to meet you dear!, Destiny!, I said casually but I was smiling in the other end of the call.

She's cute!, I thought and when I heard the wife's voice I got excited because now I will be able to speak with the angel. Hi, I heard from my daughter that you wanted me and my husband to be featured in Times. I am delighted to hear that. But I'm In no position to agree on that aspect since my husband isn't here to talk to you, not yet, I mean. Mark is still indisposed somewhere and maybe will be back soon or next week. He doesn't want to speak to reporters nor from people of the press since he is sensitive about what happened in the war. You can try to visit, if you must, for your documentary. He would gladly talk to you in person, if that's okay with you?, I am Belle by the way, Mark's wife.

Oh, okay! I would be happy to take that invitation, and yes I will come there if I need to, just to have a chat with him!, I added indignantly and excited to see the family especially Mark who is dubbed the hero, the angel of Auckland who saved the world that day from the bomb. I dropped the call after Belle said her goodbyes. Thought of what would be the best excuse for me to get close to Mark and have a serious chat about my dreams and all. But nothing is coming to mind about an excuse but the fact that I will be meeting an angel and that is a heck of an achievement for a reporter and videographer from Times. I booked a flight to New Zealand early tomorrow morning for $234. since its on sale. I took Honolulu, Hawaii, Hawaiian Airlines to Auckland New Zealand flight and it's going to be a long flight for about 9 hours and 15 minutes long haul s*it. I never hated flying but I don't really liked crowded places where you just sit and do nothing but sleep, sit and watch movies or people doing crazy stuff in the air. It's a boring scene where you're like stuck in a place full of people with nowhere else to go but stay in their seats and that's it. I don't know if I made sense saying that but I have to pack my bags ready as a scout to go to Auckland, here I come, baby!

Destiny thought of Alexis and how happy but odd she is to ask to talk to dad when dad isn't here back yet. Mom said that Uncle Noriel messaged her that dad will be home soon, but when is soon? That is a hoax and the anticipation is getting worse when mom just wanted to stay in the room and cry because she's worried about dad. Beca needed to go home and fix things with her uncle. Since that day came when the Lurkers were annihilated by the bomb, people were oblivious of what really happened and who the others lost in the war, just like my dad. Everyone seemed okay with it and people are now trying their best to live a normal life. Our play is due on next week, the club, Becca and I are going to do the final rehearsal and costume fittings on Saturday at practice.

Hi baby!, a familiar voice called me and when I looked it's dad. He is shining like the sun and then the lights disappeared and he is human again. Dad….!!!!!!!, what I only said and ran to him jumping like a little kid where he lifted me up and kissed me on the cheek just like when I was a baby.