I don't remember the last time I had a dream that wasn't
obviously pleasant or unpleasant but had elements of both.
Last night, I saw someone in my dream that I haven't spoken
to or seen in years. At this point, I don't even know how long it has been. We
were at a crowded train station in an unknown city. We both had different
trains to catch and we dreaded saying goodbye. We kept looking at the train
arrival timer and watching it approach 0. Upon reaching 0, we would have a long
embrace and get emotional because we knew we would never see each other again.
What made this dream especially draining was the timer being
reset because the train was delayed. As a result, we said goodbye to each
other multiple times, each time feeling more intense than the previous one. The
dream ended when the train finally did arrive. She whispered I Love You
during our final embrace but I couldn't do the same.
It felt bittersweet to vividly see someone I haven't seen in
years but having to say goodbye to them almost immediately. I woke up with no
energy or motivation left to do anything else. I wanted to stay in bed the
whole day.
I have no idea why we dream about people we haven't seen in
years. Maybe because I very recently stumbled upon a drawing of her while I was looking through my older work.
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