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i read somewhere that to dream is to imagine something so strongly.
woke from my afternoon nap today feeling distraught, and it took me a few minutes to realize why. i dreamt of my father. this time, i didn't realize (in the dream) that he was already gone. it was night, we were in a strange place that looked like an apartment, which i feel like i've already seen before. (this dream was sort of combined with another dream, and people, i can't remember who, had already just gone home). so went to my brother, who was watching tv, and told him i wanted to go home. he told me he didn't want to yet, that i should have gone with the others. told my mom i wanted to go home, she told me to go tell my dad.
passed through this tunnel-like way and found my dad in a dark room, lying on the bed. i told him i was going home already. and he replied, 'okay. it's all right for you to go home now'. i couldn't hear well, so i went near. and then for some weird reason, i lay down beside him, in that manner i usually do (my head on one of his arm). and then we were talking, i forgot what about. then my mom was looking for me, and i pretended to be asleep, and my dad pretended to be asleep, with his other arm on my shoulder.
and then i woke up.
am not sure if i'd written it down, but...
well, all i remember now was that there was a fire in a kitchen or something that looked like that. and everyone was trying to put it out. i spied my father in a corner, and i was going to ask him to help.
weirdly, in the dream, i had realized that he was already dead. and i just knelt by his side and cried on his lap.
sometimes, i feel like a cloud, that fills up slowly, and then suddenly just spills over.
like when i woke up. it seemed like my eyes were buckets of sea that were tipped to let the liquid out.
P.S.
which is better - to walk or to run?
woke from my afternoon nap today feeling distraught, and it took me a few minutes to realize why. i dreamt of my father. this time, i didn't realize (in the dream) that he was already gone. it was night, we were in a strange place that looked like an apartment, which i feel like i've already seen before. (this dream was sort of combined with another dream, and people, i can't remember who, had already just gone home). so went to my brother, who was watching tv, and told him i wanted to go home. he told me he didn't want to yet, that i should have gone with the others. told my mom i wanted to go home, she told me to go tell my dad.
passed through this tunnel-like way and found my dad in a dark room, lying on the bed. i told him i was going home already. and he replied, 'okay. it's all right for you to go home now'. i couldn't hear well, so i went near. and then for some weird reason, i lay down beside him, in that manner i usually do (my head on one of his arm). and then we were talking, i forgot what about. then my mom was looking for me, and i pretended to be asleep, and my dad pretended to be asleep, with his other arm on my shoulder.
and then i woke up.
am not sure if i'd written it down, but...
well, all i remember now was that there was a fire in a kitchen or something that looked like that. and everyone was trying to put it out. i spied my father in a corner, and i was going to ask him to help.
weirdly, in the dream, i had realized that he was already dead. and i just knelt by his side and cried on his lap.
sometimes, i feel like a cloud, that fills up slowly, and then suddenly just spills over.
like when i woke up. it seemed like my eyes were buckets of sea that were tipped to let the liquid out.
P.S.
which is better - to walk or to run?