Spongebob sent me a letter in my dream on a Friday

Why did I dream of someone whom I haven’t been thinking of recently and whom I suppose I can do without, then abruptly see myself in a scenario much like that of Zhao Wei who was crying for the death of her sister, Shu Qi, in an Asian movie (So Close)? Is this to remind me of a wound that should be healed? Perhaps, this is what nonbelievers call “coincidence” or “fate”; believers call it the “will of God”—

…to dream of a letter sent by someone whom I would like to conceal in the name “Spongebob.”

…AND THE LETTER SAID, “Thank you for everything you’ve done for me, everything I have said, everything I have shown to you, and everything we’ve shared were true. To the ‘next me’…” Then I paused and rejected to read the subsequent lines. The first lines on the front page, as I recall, were just lyrics of songs. The lines at the back page of the letter, however, were different.

When I’ve read the last three words, everything turned in slow-mo. That bus station where I was hailing for a certain bus, which I presume would traverse me either to Makati or Pampanga, was composed of a cemented way and there were divisions securing people from vehicles—those divisions were steel railings.