The Dream

It's amazing how one memory could stay locked forever in the back of one's mind -- without us realizing it is there all along. And it's even more amazing that hearing a song could bring back those memories -- good or bad. 

I had this dream. It's one of those dreams that make you feel like it's real. I thought it was real -- until I opened my eyes to the same four walls I always wake up to. I wanted to go back to sleep to find out what happened, but I guess that is something I will never know.

One person, whose identity I cannot recognize nor can I even vaguely put a name on, dominated the entire dream. In every scene he was there. (Yes, that's the most I know -- the person was a HE). Whereever I turn, he was there. And he was not anybody related to me; rather somebody I am or was involved with -- romantically. WOW.

But really, it's weird. I do not know this person, but in the dream I knew him. I must know him because I was always next to him. Holding ON to him. Never letting go.

I cannot remember anything other than that last scene where I was clinging tightly to his arm. As if he were going to leave and I didn't want him to go. The more I grasped him, the more he was trying to let go. I don't remember what I was feeling. But I wasn't crying. I was just there, not letting go.

The scenes of the dream came and went. I can hardly recall -- but at that time they were all too vivid. It wasn't dark, like most dreams are. The surrounding was bright. In fact, they looked like these walls I open my eyes to. And this bed. He was right beside me. Next to me.

I woke up in bewilderment. I was trying to separate the dream from reality. But I knew I was awake. I was wide awake. The alarm went off.