I had this dream. It seemed so real.
It was about me, finding a family. A home.
I had a little sister, she
loved me for who I am. I had a room, for myself, with no one having to
share it with. Just a room for myself.
There were grandparents, who
had a present for me. They gave me 10 pairs of socks. And a scarf. They
hugged me and made me lunch. Let me choose what I wanted, made me feel
home.
I had this dream, where I had a home.
A house, just big enough to
have room for everyone. A house full of love and always open doors. They
made me feel. Just feel. I didnt know I actually could feel anything.
I experienced feelings I didn't know they even existed.
I fell in love.
It broke my heart. I couldn't
sleep, the last two nights. Before I woke up. I had this feeling, that
something will happen. And yes, it finally happened. I woke up, and all
the love and joy was gone. All there was left, was my broken heart, my
lost soul and my empty head.
I loved this dream. I loved
it, because with it, I learned to feel. I learned so much for my life
out of this dream, I have never learned in life before and will never
do.
In this dream, I imagined how
it would be, if I would marry someone. How I would be in the kitchen,
making breakfast while my husband gets ready for work. How I prepared
dinner for him and me, how I got pregnant and actually got a baby and
how I showed my kids to brush their teeth properly and how I painted the
walls with them instead of just pictures to hang on the wall.
In this dream, I dried the
tears of a friend. I gave a girl something to hold on in her life. I
gave her a rescue point, a person to talk to, an anchor. I gave her all
my love.
I left my heart in that dream, and woke up heartless.
I don't think I will ever find my heart again. It's lost. Forever.