My sister, my late father and I were in a kitchen of some house. My sister was looking for a bottle of milk to pour some for her daughter and she finally found it in the fridge. The bottle was huge, brown and dusty. I warned her that the expiry date was in 2008, but she did not care, saying that the milk looked fine.
I left the kitchen dissatisfied when rain drops started to come down through the ceiling of the rooms in the house, taking off the colour of the painting of the walls. But when I opened a closed door, I found a dry, bright and untidy living room. I shouted at my sister and father to come stay with me. Only father came wearing his underwear (white t-shirt and white knee length boxer) and holding a newspaper in his hand. He entered the room and immediately lied on his back. I asked him: Papa, can I give you a hug? His face started to look lifeless and pale that I wondered if he was still alive. I repeated the question when I noticed his lips slowly moving and I could barely hear him saying: Yes son, you can. I hold his head in my hands and then his head turned to a skull. I screamed and waked up.
Ouch! Heartbreaking.
ReplyDeleteI have been having those dreams of my late grandfather as well. The other day I remember hugging him so hard that I woke up feeling sore. Dreaming of dead people always makes me uncomfortable. May god bless their souls.
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