I had a horrible dream the other day. I was napping in the evening. I had been very tired from working on the prints for my exhibition. I hadn't slept much the night before so I felt like taking a nap.
I don't know if it is just me, but naps can be very confusing when you wake up, especially as the sun is setting. I woke up in a daze, absolutely confused. I had been dreaming, and was reflecting back on my dream... actually I thought my dream was real.
My dream: I don't remember much, other than it was my brothers and I, and my dad. We were going on a trip together.
It wasn't an intense, or overly-symbolic dream, but I wish it was real. I still wish it was real.
I wish I had both my brothers with me.
I haven't been able to talk to anyone about how much it still bothers me. I don't want to burden anyone, but I wish there was someone to talk to, or at least someone to hold me and say it's ok, or say nothing at all.
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