My dad came to visit me.
Or so I thought.
And then I woke up from my dream. There was a period of time when I use
to jot down what I dreamed of fairly regularly because they are often
very interesting to think about as possible doorways into your own
subconscious. I haven’t done that for a long time, perhaps either
because I had less dreams or they weren’t really memorable enough to be
So in this one, I was sitting at my old home at my aunt’s place on the
second floor. My uncle called me out from the backyard and told me that
my dad is here, and that I should come down and help him with his bags.
It was a surprise visit for me. I gave him a hug and we began to chat a
bit. I showed him some the pictures of Yukino and myself hanging on the
wall. Then he asked me when I would have free time. I told him that I
got off at 4:00. But then that left me confused, because I said it in
Chinese and I meant to say I get off class at 4:00. For the record I am
working now, and very seldom leave before 5pm. But for some reason in
my dream that wasn’t in the storyline. I had the thought that I just
misspoke and that I was still in school.
Funny as I don’t recall ever in my dreams my new apartment or the
office at work ever appearing as a setting. Even though for the past
half year most of my waking days are spent at these two locations.
Dreams seem to mesh the past with the present into a scene that only
fantasy can create. People and places are familiar with in the past
reappear in the roles they played in our past. And even we ourselves
can loose the sense of our current lifestyle. And see ourselves in the
roles we remember. I think it’s very appropriate that dreams are set
scenes very different from our daily lives. It signals the sign of
I just woke up from a nap I took early in the evening. And I just woke
up to the quiet of the night. You know the feeling you get when you get
up from bed in the middle of the night? That’s a very strange feeling
of stillness. As if the rest of the world around you has closed up
shop. Similar to the feeling I’m sure an astronaut gets when they are
high above space. How only those items within your immediate proximity
show much commotion. And outside your window you see a calm landscape.