You know how you forget last night's dreams at the beginning of the day? You shower, you eat breakfast, you eat lunch, you work and work and work, and, all of a sudden, at 3PM in the afternoon, POOF! You remember it clearly.
So here goes:
Last night I had a dream that President Marcos was an office worker. I don't know what office that was or where it was located. All I remember is that he was almost buried in paperwork and he had no time to talk to me because he had so much to do. I tried to strike a conversation but all I got from him was a remark saying he was too busy for conversations. It was like he was subordinate to someone but he was not suffering. He was neither happy nor sad. It didn't seem permanent, though. It was like he was trying to work as fast as he could because he was after a deadline.
I also remember from the same dream that there was some sort of commotion behind an old glass door adjacent to where Marcos' desk was but he did not so much as fidget. He just carried on with his work at the same pace. I don't know what caused the commotion either. What I remember is seeing shadows of people from behind the glass door.
In a panic, I went outside the office and reported to a calm-natured superior figure. I told him something was going on behind the door near the "president." He proceeded to check it out... And that's all I could remember.
The strange thing:
I didn't have any reason to dream of President Marcos. I neither talked nor thought about him any time in the recent past.