I was in a room (looked like the VIP lounge at the airport) waiting for everyone else to show me which way is out. Amidst the chaos, the only familiar face was my mum. I was glad and relieved when she looked and headed my way. She and another woman from the crowd asked me to follow them out. Excitement was in the air, but I was dazed - I didn't know where I was much less what was going on.
As soon as was out of the waiting room, I saw more people lining up, smiling, cheering and throwing flowers. Believe it or not, they were celebrating me! That was all too much, the attention - I felt like running away, far, far away from that place. But I saw how much my mum was enjoying the moment so I, all sweaty and jittery, went along with a faked confident face.
After a lifetime, we finally reached the exit door. For a moment I felt relief, but the feeling changed to... I don't know... serene? Amazed? Because right out the door was a beautifully decorated garden - greens with white and yellow little flowers along the pebble stone walkway. There was an elegant ivory-colored marble sculpture/monument glistening in the sunlight... The air was fresher than fresh. I felt like the luckiest person to be able to find such a place. Okay, two persons - my mum was there too.
After a few moments, a brown sedan car came up, both doors on the left was opened. My mum climbed into the front seat, as if she knows what was going on and what was supposed to happen. I looked inside and saw two men, smiling. My mum indicated for me the get in and so I did.
I can't remember what happened next, except that the guy sitting beside me whispered something in my ear...
*****
Fast forward a few weeks, I was riding a car, alone this time, heading to a place unknown. The scenery was beautiful. A countryside I have never been to before. The houses scattered in the meadows. Fields as far as the eye can see. At the end of the road was a very, very high mountain its peak surrounded by fluffy clouds. But for some reason I was able to see the peak, as if I was flying around the mountain and not on the road at its foot.
I was still immersed in the view, the car stopped. I went outside and saw a huge building in front of me. The grand doors opened and a woman greeted me. She talked to me as if she knows me, but I swear I didn't know who she was. She looked sad and talked in a tone that give out her sorrow.
I followed her inside the building and was introduced to three people - a man, a woman and a teenage girl. The man looked like his mind was some place else, the woman too. The girl, however, looked like a hyperactive child in a body of someone a few years older. She was excited to see me and gave me a great,, big hug. Soon after, she started taking me around the house. It was rather tiring, my feet ached but I managed to distract myself listening to girl's chattering and quick glimpses out the window.
I didn't know how long the tour lasted but at the end of it, right before exiting the door, I had a mixed feeling - glad that the odyssey was over but sad to leave the people there. I decided to leave because a voice in me head told me that this was not my place. That I don't belong there.
It was right at the moment that I stepped outside that someone grabbed my right arm. I looked around, expecting to see tears in the girl's big dark eyes. But what I saw was the man, the one who seemed distracted. His face was still 'stoned' but he was grabbing my arm firmly. I stood there, didn't know what to do until he lead me to a bench. He sat on it but I didn't. Then he said something that made my knees weak - it was the same thing whispered to me in the car! Although I don't remember what it was, now awake, I remembered them well in the dreams.
All around us, I heard people screaming with joy. The woman who greeted me at the door when I came earlier told me that was the first time the man's ever spoken in years - this was a breakthrough!
*****
I wonder now, as I lay in bed, my mind clouded by so many hustle and bustle of reality what could be the meaning of the dreams. What is my mind trying to tell me by throwing out these 'stories'? And how come the dreams I have tend to be continuations of the dreams I had before -- or at least have the same characters in them?
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