Dream Journal Entry #2

I dreamt about this the night before you left for that faraway land to fulfill your dream…

There was a party at an old house. It was a cold night. The house was old but huge and grand. There were iron grills on the windows, shiny old wood panels for floors, old paintings, family pictures and portraits, and an old solid wood writing desk in the corner.

Your sisters were making me comfortable. Chatting with me and making sure I had my fill of sumptuous food and drinks. I excused myself to go to the bathroom. I was lost in a maze of hallways and doors. One of the doors opened. Out came your mother. She was very beautiful and regal in a pink flowing chiffon dress, her reddish-brown hair let loose. Very much a free-spirit with her bare feet on the cold wood floor planks, and an old leather belt (a man’s belt) around her waist.

I had to introduce myself. I approached her and greeted her. I said good evening and told her I am your friend. She took my hand and led me to the spacious living room. I can hear you talking and laughing at the other room. Your mom and I sat down on the sofa, talking and chatting about things. Mostly about you. She asked me questions, some of which she already knew the answers to. The way she asked me was like she already have known me for a long time. The way she looked at me was like she can also read my thoughts.

She asked me, “Why aren’t you stopping him from going away?”

I said, “It’s what he wants. It’s what he needs to do.”

She gave me a knowing look. Her eyes penetrated mine.

I looked away. Afraid she might see the tears in my eyes.

I woke up with a picture of her face and her eyes etched in my mind. I can never forget her, your mother’s face. She haunts me, just like how you haunt me.

~ by Lorie on August 20, 2007.