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kerpingtack) wrote2013-06-17 09:58 am
kerpingtack) wrote2013-06-17 09:58 am
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postcards from far away
just writing it down quickly before i leave the house
my dream: walking at the side of the house, see a cat zoom by. I catch it, I can feel it in my arms, I can see its face (not well, but I can) - unlike the other dream where I couldn't feel or see it properly and so I knew something wasn't real. it's Chorong and I go into the house feeling so desperate. I call for my mom and almost in a shout ask her "Can you see him? Can you see him? It's not a dream, right?" holding him, feeling the weight, trying to concentrate of the feeling of fur against my skin. she looks at me without saying anything for too long. "No." I understand right away and drop my arms. she tells me to do something, some kind of housework. I go upstairs, looking at the carpet.
my dream: walking at the side of the house, see a cat zoom by. I catch it, I can feel it in my arms, I can see its face (not well, but I can) - unlike the other dream where I couldn't feel or see it properly and so I knew something wasn't real. it's Chorong and I go into the house feeling so desperate. I call for my mom and almost in a shout ask her "Can you see him? Can you see him? It's not a dream, right?" holding him, feeling the weight, trying to concentrate of the feeling of fur against my skin. she looks at me without saying anything for too long. "No." I understand right away and drop my arms. she tells me to do something, some kind of housework. I go upstairs, looking at the carpet.