Dreams shouldn’t come true
One day we will meet in our dreams. You’re no longer with us here—we can be together in those fleeting moments there. We all gather, talk, and for once again live. For there we are perfect. We know this moment is not gonna be there forever, but we wish it would. For who's to say it's just a dream?
(Wrote that down in my notes app right after I woke up. Still hits.)
It wasn’t even a proper sleep. Just one of those weird evening naps where you crash for like an hour, no plans, no dreams expected. But this time? Something showed up. Someone.
I was with people I used to know—some close, some just faces from the past. Everyone was scattered. I was walking around, talking, joking, like I always do. But something felt off. Couldn’t explain it. Like I was floating through a memory that didn’t quite belong to me.
Then I saw him.
Someone I’ve never met, but somehow knew. He was both of them—my favorite actor and my favorite singer. Two different people in real life, both insanely talented, both gone. But in that dream? He was just one. One presence. One face I couldn't look away from.
We talked. I kept coming back to that group. It felt like hours or seconds—I genuinely can’t tell. All I know is we were together, and it felt real. Too real.
Then we just knew. All of us.
He was dead.
Even he knew.
Nobody said it, but it was there, like a weight in the air. And yet we kept it together. Laughed a little. Sat with it. Like we all knew this wasn’t going to last. We were just trying to keep it together.
Eventually everyone drifted off.
And I broke down.
Just stood there, crying.
He came over. He comforted me.
The dead guy comforting the living. The irony of that.
I told him sorry. That I ruined his moment. Like I barged into something sacred. Like he always meets his people in this dreamspace, and I wasn’t supposed to be there. That guilt just hit me outta nowhere.
He just said maybe we’ll meet again.
And then I woke up.
Chest tight. Throat dry. Still sad, in deep thought for no reason.
And just... not okay.
I miss them. Both of them. I never met them but they were essential for me for my taste in music, movies, moods I can’t explain. They were major. They mattered. And now they’re gone, and my brain decided to remind me of that during a one-hour nap?
Like... bro, wtf?
Anyway. I needed to put this down somewhere.
Even if it sounds stupid.
Even if it was just a dream.
I still can't remember any of the faces in the dream, just the vibes. I even tried to look at my own reflection. Couldn't see it.
I hope to never dream of this again. Or Maybe....