I had a dream.
I was in China
, sometime during the holidays
because I remember that I only had a few weeks before I came back to Canada. I was with a girl. I don't know how we met, but it seemed as if we were inseperable
. Every time something happened that threatened to seperate us, something would always happen to bring us back together. It was kind of strange. I remember
meeting her dad
, and crawling
through tunnels, very small tunnels. I also remember a large ceremony
. Quite large, it was over several street blocks.
I don't remember much details. I don't remember what her voice sounded like, what she looked like, or even what her name was. But you know, all that doesn't matter. What matters is what I remembered; that I was happy
. Completely happy.
When I woke
up, I realized it was just a dream
, and I tried so hard to get back to sleep
. To go back to where I was happy. When I couldn't, I felt as if I had lost
something. It's quite strange because I never had it to begin with. But I felt the happiness
, and I remember it. In a sense, its worse than losing
something in real life. I won't have the memories
of the dream to think back of, only the happiness. Maybe I'm thinking and lingering
too long on this.