Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Too many times, my emotions have been affected in some ways by my dreams at night. Most of which, I guess, were by-product of stress and some were part of the withdrawal symptoms of taking sleeping pills. I used to dream about places, events and people directly related to me. But there came an exception. I became a stranger in someone’s dream. Someone far away from me, someone I least expect to think about me even in the state of unconsciousness.
“I dreamt of you last Saturday night, so weird that you were standing between cold and hot weather. One side was foggy and the opposite end, sunlit. I was running towards the fog. Despite your strong disapproval, I headed the other way and you walked along with me. It was a very long walk. When I got inside a cloud of fog, you gave me a piece of advice (of which I could not remember anymore after waking up). I haven’t seen you for some time but it was as if I spent a long while with you in that dream. Momentarily, I missed you.”
Nothing about that dream’s meaning made me curious. What marked most was the very thought of being “remembered” regardless of distance.
“I dreamt of you last Saturday night, so weird that you were standing between cold and hot weather. One side was foggy and the opposite end, sunlit. I was running towards the fog. Despite your strong disapproval, I headed the other way and you walked along with me. It was a very long walk. When I got inside a cloud of fog, you gave me a piece of advice (of which I could not remember anymore after waking up). I haven’t seen you for some time but it was as if I spent a long while with you in that dream. Momentarily, I missed you.”
Nothing about that dream’s meaning made me curious. What marked most was the very thought of being “remembered” regardless of distance.
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2 comments:
I knew it! You got me published. =)
That's the penalty for forgetting the advice I gave you in that dream! ;')
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