The combustion engines were revved up. Moments after, the rocketship was propelled into the air for the meteorite mission. All the passengers were neatly seated and Capt. Dero was at the cockpit controls.
The effects of anti-emetics that i took prior to the flight was taking its toll on me. I began to fall asleep.
“‘nong, bless po.” A young man suddenly showed up in front of me. I could not see his face as his head was bowed down. He took my right hand and let it touch his forehead. I thought he was my son. I felt as though he was my son. (Could it be? Could it possibly be?)
Then suddenly, a crashing sound was heard. We were only at St. Joseph Sanctum, just about a quarter of our voyage was covered. The rocketship was not slowed down. Slowing down would only prevent us from reaching our destination. The computer images showed there is nothing to worry about as the rocketship suffered a mere surface scratch from the impact of a still unidentified foreign object.
After that, i could not get back to sleep. My thoughts were preoccupied by my dream.
We were more than halfway through the voyage when the happy-faced Capt. Dero was already floating at the aisles. I thanked Capt. Dero as he gave me a power bar.
I slowly munched in a contemplative and celebratory mood. We will be arriving safe at our destination.