For three nights in succession I've been dreaming that I am on a train, non-existent in waking life, that stops at the main intersection in Cubao. The first two nights I got off the train, walked to EDSA, and crossed it. Last night I could not walk to EDSA because policemen were preventing people from doing so. Like the other passengers I had to walk toward a side street.

I believe that my psyche is calling upon me to divert my energy through a more circuitous path.