Last Saturday, as I took my 'little extra long' sleep, I had another dream that seems too real for me. It was about my long lost good friend back in high school, the one that I kept writing about in this blog.
I didn't remember thinking anything about her before I went to sleep, but in that dream, I met her (or rather she was the one who came to me). She told me that she had wanted to meet me in person for quite a long time now. Well, in that dream, at least, I knew I did want the same thing too. For a person like me, who before I had her as my friend, being ignored was normal to me. So, after for the first time in my life I was treated like a real person, a friend and being needed, it was really something that I could never forget, not this in this entire lifetime.
Back to the dream, we hugged and we talked, comfortably, like we've never been separated before. It was a bliss, all that laugh and never ending talks... Then, we shared our problems, we cried. The scenes were too real, as if I, my whole being, my physical body was in it.
Then when we came to the most important part of the meeting, where she was about to tell me where and when to meet her again, I woke me up. What a disappointment...!!! I could use it as a clue to continue my search.
Anyway, it was a good dream. At least I can meet my good friend in my dreams, though it may not be possible in real life.
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