Last night, I dreamt of my friend who lives in England (6765 miles from Philippines). She was sitting in a wooden chair, alone and looks so disturbed. So, I sat beside her, she hugged me and started crying. I kept asking her why, what’s the matter, trying to convince her that I am here to listen, but she just keeps on sobbing, and her chin on my shoulder tells me that all she needed is a shoulder to cry on, so I let her.
Part of me knows that it was just a dream. I’ve never seen her, I mean in photos, yes, but never in real life, so it’s really bizarre to think that the hug and tears felt real, like I’ve held her before, like I’ve known her forever.
I could have stayed dreaming. I could have stayed in that moment. I could have hugged her forever, but I chose to wake up. I don’t like the idea of seeing her crying, and I’m afraid that if I stay, I might lose my consciousness, choose dream over reality and be stuck on that moment for the rest of my life.
I woke up with tears racing on the corner of my face. Touching my cheeks made me realized that I’ve been crying for half an hour already. Maybe, its not her tears at all but mine. Maybe because I’m pretty sad last night, and I am so disturbed before I went to sleep that I have that dream. Maybe it was just me all the time.