Hey DD, it's me again!
Do you always know how your dreams start? I don't remember how my dreams start, it's like as if walking in the cinema mid-movie, you have no idea what's happening and why it's happening. Anyway, last night's dream went like this:
There seems to be a lot happening around me, tension is in the air. Fear was the common emotion conveyed in the crowd's faces, it was as if someone is threatening their freedom, their existence. I have no idea what's going on, I just stood there obviously confused. I looked up and saw the sky was full of rainclouds. I had to get some shelter before it starts pouring hard, I thought to myself.
I got inside a house which I figured was my own because my belongings were inside. I found my laptop and I panicked. Apparently, it was a time when owning any electronic gadget was deemed illegal so I scrambled to find a place to hide my laptop in case the house got raided. Somewhere among my pile of random stuff was an old purple plastic document case (I owned the exact same one while I was in college), I put my laptop in and it fit snugly then I stashed it under the cabinet. The cabinet looked exactly like the one my parents had at our old rented apartment then I realized the house WAS our old rented apartment! It was just very dilapidated and the furniture inside was just a bit too weird/odd-looking.
Anyway, for some reason, I had to work and use my laptop discreetly in case of a raid so I took it out of its hiding place and set it up in the comfort room where I intended to do whatever important thing I needed to do for work. I got distracted when I looked at the mirror because my hair was all white! My mom showed up out of nowhere and handed me a bowl of pre-mixed reddish hair dye and a comb so I started dyeing my hair. Some of the dye got on my skin, I felt a stinging pain on the spots... The dye was like acid, it burned my skin. I wanted to cry because of the pain, I was about to go out of the comfort room but I was surprised because I found my dad at the door. Somehow, he's alive and well, happily smiling at me while offering me a different bowl of hair dye. "Grayish Black", he said and smiled. He assured me it would not burn my skin.
I took the dye from dad but I dyed his hair instead. It was white like mine, and I kinda miss dyeing his hair like I used to. Once all of his white hair was covered, I used the leftover dye on my hair to cover up the white parts.
Then I woke up.
The dream started off very weird, like there was a feeling of impending doom... However, before I woke up - I could feel the happiness I felt being with dad again, even if it was only in a dream. It's been over 10 years since he passed, that's an awfully long time to be missing anyone. He really left a void in my heart that can never be filled.
-Donna 02122021
