A Bad Dream

Recently, i had a dream- about a person from my past. or two persons, rather. i dreamt that the first person came back to look for me somehow, to pass me a letter. a crumpled up letter, filled with hurtful and thoughtless words. no other words were exchanged verbally in the process; just that letter. and a momentary glance.

it'd surprised me to see that person appear in a place that i least expected him to be at- my grandparents house. though it pained me to see him again, it felt good- in a strange, and funny way. i couldn't comprehend my dream in any way while i was in the dream. nothing made sense to me, though my subconscious did question the surreality of it all. but heck, the person i lost has come back to me; so what mattered? but as fast as he came, he left just as quickly too. just like he did, in the past.

as i sat alone in the room, reading the letter, and letting every harsh word sink in like poison, i cried. i cried like i've never cried before. in that dream, i let every word in the letter hurt me the way it once did. i couldn't stop. and when i was sobbing uncontrollably, i saw my late grandfather. somehow, he came back to me too. and i was comforted. though i knew in my heart that there's no way he could be in that room talking to me again, because he's been dead for years; i didn't care. he asked me why i was so sad, and his eyes expressed concern and worry- something i've not noticed before in my grandfather's eyes. but i couldn't tell him a thing. not one bit. he just nodded, and gave me a hug.

and then i woke up. and i realised, thankfully, that it was only a bad dream.

but what i didn't realise was that in reality, i was crying and sobbing just as hard too.

here's what dream moods says about crying in your sleep, dreaming of a dead relative, and of a letter.