Old Homes, Old Faces

It’s been a while since I’ve had a wacky dream, but that changed last night.

I was in my room in my old house (I seem to have a lot dreams which take place in homes I used to stay in – never in my current home), when I heard a familiar voice outside my door. I opened the door and to my surprise, it was my dad. For some reason he had decided to come back to Malaysia.

But the dad in my dream was very different. His face was how I remembered it to be, albeit a lot older, and that was the only part of him I recognized. He had grey crew cut hair (never seen him have that hair style in my life), and his was big and beefy. Like he had been spending the past 5 years in Texas lifting cows and drinking nothing but protein shakes. But that didn’t faze me.

He was holding my mom and she was holding him back like they were never separated. That didn’t faze me.

Instead, the first thing that came out of my mouth was, “how come you’re back in the country?”
I remember he was smiling as he replied, but I don’t remember what he said – or anything after that (such is the fleeting nature of dreams, someone NEEDS to come up with a dream recorder dammit).

Anyway, I woke up feeling really weird. I know dreams don’t mean anything, but I thought it was interesting enough to share.

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