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.