November 17, 2013

• A Dream is Just a Dream

  Sometimes I dream about my dad. In all my dreams with him so far, he was alive and well and always helping me. So when I woke up I have this hope that I could run into the next room and he is still there and his death was actually the dream. When I realize the truth, it’s sad. But that split second when I wake up, it’s relieving and comforting. So I always welcome these dreams.

  Last night I slept for 14 hours, which is probably a record for me. And in my dream for the first time, I knew my dad was gone. He was in my dream, but gone. I can’t remember what happened exactly but it was enough for me to wake up feeling lost and terribly upset. To top it off, I woke up and had no idea what time it was and where Won was. It was 2PM and Won had left for the gym. I fought every urge to cry. There really wasn’t a reason to cry because in my reality nothing had changed, but I couldn’t help it.

  I have never believed dreams meant anything but just a story your brain tells you when you’re sleeping, kind of like day dreaming. I don’t deny the supernatural but I don’t believe it will ever happen to me because I know I won’t accept it. I do believe only those who accept the supernatural will have the super natural happen to them. Anyhow, I’ve spent all day shaking this sad feeling of lost.

  Good thing my friend made me a whole pot of che yesterday. Che is a refreshing Vietnamese dessert made with coconut water, coconut meat, grass jelly, basil seeds, jackfruit, rambutan, and logan. Something sweet and cold always makes me feel better

  • 12:51 am
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