Sunday, 28 June 2020

WHITE DRESS

DREAM LOG 003 - Sometime in 2017

 

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I was lying on the floor. The people around me wearing white were sitting on the floor hugging their knees. I sat up to a similar position and noticed I was wearing a white cocktail dress. The place was brightly lit, but the windows show a dark night. It looked like I was in a cruise ship.

A guy, I don’t know who but looks familiar, was calling out my name looking for me through the crowd. By instinct, I stood up to catch his attention, and I even raised my hand to confirm to him that I was the person he was looking for. We met gazes and he only smiled at me. He turned to the direction of a slightly elevated space that looks like a stage. There stood people in white, positioned in a formation that looked like a church choir. I turned my focus on them.

There was something peculiar. A dark figure was hiding behind the choir as they were singing. It was as if he was trying to duck and hide from sight but his tallness just didn’t allow him.

Then, as the choir continued to sing, they broke their formation in half, as if they were a white wall breaking in half and opening like a gate. They revealed the man behind them.

He was wearing black all over. His hair was shaggy as ever. His glasses shined in the light. He beamed a warm smile at me that invited me to come closer to him.

Facing each other, both his hands were holding mine. His eyes focused on me. Both our eyes seemed to be teary. He uttered words of love that I have longed for so long to hear. I replied with the same words of love that I only dreamed of saying, here in front of our family and peers, on a white dress and him in a black suit.

It was the most beautiful moment, full of love and happiness. It was something out of a dream.

And it really was just a dream.

 

~O~

 

This was an old dream. But I could still remember it in great detail.

It wasn’t premonition, but a bittersweet and pitiful fantasy.

Because that man in the dream,

never chose me in real life.