I was in front of the security guard checking on my documents. I had nothing; I forgot all my documents.

I woke up. Good thing it was just a dream- a recurring one.

At three in the morning, I was already preparing my stuff. I sipped a cup of coffee then went out to look for a cab.

When the clock ticked at five, my other two companions have not yet arrived. A line was starting to build up and I was worried.

A cab stopped. My first companion appeared.

I told her about my dream. Since I was a kid, I dream of big things- milestones in my life- that I do, the night before these happen. Maybe because I am too excited for these things to happen in my life that my subconscious mind makes them real before the reality strikes.

Every time, I dream of myself forgetting the needed things or being late for the event.

The night before I joined my schoolmates on a field trip, I saw myself in a dream being late for the trip. The night before I took up my licensure examination, I saw myself devastated for forgetting my exam permit.

In fact, these dreams are a big reminder to me of the things I should not do the next day. 

After an hour, another companion arrived and we all got a number stub. We went to a fast food chain to grab some breakfast.

When we returned, I discovered lost my stub. The security guard just let me in with the help of my companion who testified that it was really me who has the stub.

Inside the government office, I presented all the documents that I brought. During the assessment, something not good happened.

My birth certificate from the National Statistics Office (NSO) is not clear, blotted so they can’t accept it. I was advised to bring a birth certificate from my hometown's civil registrar.

I sat down on a chair in front of the window that entertained me, totally disappointed. I saw my companion take her turn in the same window.

Minutes after, my companion went out smiling. I was still sitting, waiting to accompany her to the next steps.

The staff who entertained the both of us asked me to come over to her window again. She asked me to present her all the documents again, including my Official Transcript of Records.

One by one, she studied my documents again.

“Wala ka bang puwedeng tawagan sa Sagada?”, she asked me.

“I can call my mom pero I’m not sure if the document will be available today and if available din siya, six hours ang biyahe going here,” I informed her.

I presented her a birth certificate from the local registrar dated 19 days after I was given birth to.

"Ganito sana pero dated ngayon kasi patay na ang nag-sign ng birth certificate na ito," she expressed.

She told me all my documents are not questionable except for the NSO paper. In fact, she now has two versions of my birth certificate, PRC license, unified multi-purpose government ID (SSS, PhilHealth and PAG-IBIG), two versions of my college OTR (one saying my degree is Communication while the other idetified Secondary Education), old postal ID, NBI and Police Clearances dated 2008 and 2009, and other essential documents proving that I am really Christian Lizardo Aligo.

Then she uttered the good news.

“Sige ipa-process ko ang papers mo pero you still need to present the birth certificate from your local civil registrar, kasi kawawa ka naman,” she sympathetically told me.

My heart was crying for joy.

"Thank you, " I said in broken voice.

We proceeded with the other steps and went out of that government office very happy. Our third companion went to some offices to get lacking documents.

“Buti na lang hindi ako umalis doon. Isa itong milagro,” I kept on saying realizing how lucky I am to have that kind of consideration.

According to my companion, she asked the staff about the problem with my papers. My companion admitted that we are workmates and other workmates have already processed their papers in the previous weeks.

My mother was able to get three copies of my birth certificate from the local registrar in Sagada. Yesterday, I submitted the document- as promised!