I had a bad dream last night. I dreamt that Ernest was dead. He was involved in some water accident and he was drowned. I remembered him telling me he is not a very good swimmer and that's what makes the dream so real.
I could not recall why I did not went to collect the body and how the whole accident happened, but I do remember going to his parents house, moping around at home crying and crying and crying all the time.
I missed him so much that I begin to hallucinate in my dream that Ernest came back to visit me when I cried myself to sleep. I remembered that I was depressed and was just existing, not even living. I felt like I have died myself.
When I woke up and saw that Ernest is beside me asleep and playing chess with old Mr Zhou, I was so relieved and hugged him tightly. 'Don't you ever leave me!' I whispered into his ear. I hope he heard me in his dreams.
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