Fragments: Dreams

Father's Dream

Last week I went home when my father was at the middle a two-day break from his work because of the “economic crisis”.（Living and working in a exporting-dependent town, we became the delicate receiving end of the ripple effect.）On Saturday morning he told me his dream that he had the previous night.

He was at the beach at the south of our home where he spent most of his childhood and youth time. He wanted to go across the sea but there was no way out. He entered a room but it had no exit. His trousers were messed up with dirt and mud…

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A Dream of Mine, Tuesday, November 18, 2008

Every time the hormone runs through my body, I dream about very lifelike love, not sex, but pure love.

This morning I had a dream so sweet that I stayed in my bed until 8 just to continue it in my daydream in case I would forget it soon. I told him (an unidentified “him”) that though we should not have been together to begin with, with the passage of time I found the my dependence on him has grown so that I can’t live away from him now. We hugged, with my right side attached to his front, so sweet that I thought my future is thus secured.

In another scene, which seem irrelevant, I found a crowd on the road. It was in the evening and there was no lights. A dark shadow in the middle of the road. When I drew near however, it became a crab and crawled away.

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My Recurring Dreams as a Student

The recurring dreams of mine are deeply rooted in a nervous and ambitious student’s psyche – being late for the class( always blocked or lost on the way or be transferred into a place nowhere near a school whatsoever), not being able to meet the deadline (with tremendous homework that I am not likely to finish even in a year! And my frequent looking at the clock always builds up the momentum and anxiety), and failure to find my examination room before the bell rings.

Awaken from those kind of dreams will bring some kind of relief, but I had to admit they are still annoying and disturbing especially when you find yourself waken up early on a Saturday morning. Since I attended college, when examinations and classes are no longer the issues for me, and when the anxiety and agony of entrance examination is more and more behind me, they seldom come back and interfere with my brand new life. I am blessed.

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Good Bad Dreams

Maybe it’s not so bad to have a bad dream, as long as it does not go too far as to scare me to death because when we finally wake up in the morning, we can relieve and say, what a beautiful new day! A bad dream here functions just as an illness I have recovered from, which will direct me to the bright side of my daily life.