Yesterday Mom was discharged from the hospital.
Before Mom was admitted to the hospital, before she knew that she was in for a long haul at the hospital, she spoke about a dream - a dream where dad spoke to Mom and took her to a paradise. The scenery which mom described was beautiful.
Dad has been gone for more than thirteen years. I miss dad and often I have seen him my dreams. I have dreamt that we lead absolutely normal lives as if he was alive. Sometimes I dreamt that he watched over me like a guardian. But we never talked.
I have many cherished memories with him. On the other hand, Mom had both kind of memories with him - bitter and sweet. Maybe, it was the reason they talked to each other.
I could have explained to Mom about the science of dream then, but I didn't. I couldn't break her reverie. She needed it.
After Mom got admitted to the hospital, I had series of dreams which were scary, funny, and weird.
These dreams drained me, worried me, and ironically, one of them had me in splits. I drew the line here and applied science to dreams.
It was the only way to defeat and master my fear.
And then, I’d a dream yesterday night.
I walked with my partner on a marshy land, among the darkness of dead green mangroves and sea plants, we heard the waves beat against the shore, happy and madly in love.
We soon were on the shore of a creek, and it was along this creek we found a boat, a boat in which we could escape to a boundless horizon.
In the backdrop of a grey sky, quiet sea, and an absent sun was this boat, anchored.
The boat had a wooden outline, when looked upon closely it resembled a broken dried up branch of a tree, which might have washed up on the shore but I could feel the boat, he could too.
But the boat wasn’t there, it was an invisible boat, yet both of us saw the exact same boat.
And then he said, “You know you should write.Finish what you began.”
I smiled.
I woke up.
I could explain the logic and science of this dream and I am sure you could too, but don't break my reverie yet.
