Thursday, June 03, 2010

last night

I dreamed Dad was alive. We were talking, and his arm was over my shoulder and I was leaning in against him. I felt safe and it felt real. It was the most uneventful dream I've ever had, but I reckon it was about the best. Then I woke up and was all "I'm SO GLAD Dad's not really dead!", then I remembered he is.

Fuckin' dream.


Ugh, it's sort of a double edged sword dreaming about a dead loved one. I have the most vivid dreams about my Mum and then for a few wonderful seconds after I wake up, it's like she didn't really die and then reality sets in and it's like I've been kicked in the stomach.

I don't know how long ago you lost your dad, it'll be 4 years on 12th June for me, but I still dream of my Mum with great regularity.

By Anonymous Anonymous, at 7:03 PM  

I remember when your mum passed, Chyrelle. Such a sad time for you. Hugs, lady xx

Dad died almost seventeen years ago. I don't dream of him much.
This dream was sad and confusing because truth is, the father I dreamed of never actually existed.

I think I dreamed more about what was missing, than about what was lost.

By Blogger aibee, at 9:56 AM  

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