Wonder Man

It’s a typical morning during Intramural week. After finding the “OR” between the last two days in the attendance sheet, I decide to forget about Intrams and go about my usual routine of using the computer. It’s now past 12:00 p.m. and I have suddenly grown tired. It’s 1:00 and after watching two short films, The Diary of Tortov Roddle and La Maison en Petits Cube, I decide to go rest a bit.

I awoke and find that it has been an hour or two had passed since I slept but instead of a feeling of being refreshed, I feel horrible and as sleepy as I had been and a headache to make things worse. I went to bed again just to sleep off this terrible feeling. Unexpectedly, I found myself in a dark world lit by a red moon (because all I saw was black and red) and slowly approaching this little house. Suddenly, I was inside the house with two other people.

One of them looked like Slenderman and he gave me a book containing illustrations and information on various entities living in this world. On the last page, I saw what looked like a motorcycle but corrupted by some demonic entity. Midway, I read that only a person called “Wonder Man” could only be its rider. I felt curious as to who this “Wonder Man” was--I felt his name was somehow out of place. As I flipped through the book, I saw that he was a man in the 1800’s—he even looked right for that period. Nothing seemed unusual except that he had a second face in the upper right part of his face just below his eye.
Then without warning the lights flickered uncontrollably and went out. I saw flashing images of Wonder Man in the window just behind me which was enough to scare me and decide to get the hell out. I held up what looked like a rectangular piece of glass that emitted bright light and I was able to find my slippers. As I was about to get them, I then found myself inside what looked like an auditorium and sitting in a table talking to a amiable fellow who also looked like Slenderman but had defining characteristics such as bushy eyebrows and a mouth.

We talked for a few minutes and he told me that he was hungry. So he walked to the counter and before he even said a word, the man in the counter, who also looked liked my friend, guess accurately what my companion was going to order. I saw that my friend was perturbed – his mouth made it looked like he was – and before I knew it, I ,too, was hungry and so I approached the man in the counter. Just like what he did to my friend, he was able to guess accurately my order and said, “ Okay, apple sauce and jelly. Here you go”. I was surprised not because of his incredible foresight but because of my strange order and appetite for apple sauce and jelly and that I felt that he was right in his prediction.

Already hungry, I took the tray anyway and went back to sit with my faceless friend but seeing my plate was lacking I decide to go back to the counter to see if he could add a couple of burger steaks. Unfortunately, he told me that they were out of stock so all I had to eat for now was sauce and jelly. As suddenly as I had appeared, I suddenly found myself in my home in Ozamiz. Unfazed by what had happened, I took my slippers off in the middle of the living room and proceeded to do what I usually did at home.

I felt an unusual desire to go out and so I went to retrieve my slippers. Having found that they were not where I left them, I asked my helper and she told me and pointed to where they were. I saw my slippers were grouped together with other slippers in a rug inside the house which is strange because they are always outside.

As I approached my slippers, I awoke and found myself in my bed in my dorm room in Cebu. It was 6:30 in the evening. And it was time to buy and eat dinner.