"It's a dream image that I never dreamed of.
It is a touching picture that I never dreamed of.
is a memory that will never fade away
It is a sleep in the quiet truth."
Because he used to love me very much But I act like love is worthless
One day, that love returned. In conclusion, I am worthless in love.
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Man in dream
dream man
A short story of a woman who doesn't know how to maintain love.
Until love becomes a dream and will never come true
In the deep sleep under closed eyelids amidst the silence of the cold night, a body was curled up on a soft mattress that seemed comfortable. As the body lay still, the owner of the body could still feel the cold vapor touching the skin. His hand grabbed a thick duvet and covered his body until it covered his neck. before letting the stillness of the night swallow everything up
“Hello, haven't seen you in a long time.”
His mouth moved slightly and he asked an old friend with a familiar face in a loud voice. He was standing there selling something. and I walked over to him with joy.
The joy was so overwhelming that I forgot to notice that I was sleeping on the bed earlier, so why did I appear here? The surroundings were pale, like images on old TV screens, but it looked like it didn't exist. It's more of a different color. Because everything seemed so faded that it had turned completely grey.
“Oh, this is probably called a dream.”
I began to realize that this was a dream and that when I was in the dream I could do everything and forget all the cause and effect that I had ever carried in my life, whether it was good or bad, I could do things to make up for it. Your own fearlessness in the real world
A close friend with whom I had just asked about my woes turned around with the same smile that I had seen when I was young. He smiled so sincerely that his wide-eyed eyes turned into pools of tears.
“I'm fine, where have you been? We haven't seen each other for a long time."
I opened my mouth to answer, but his eyes seemed to flicker rapidly and look back and forth between me and something behind me, as if signaling something I didn't know anything about. I'm still stuck in my mouth. And guessing that my expression at that time must have looked rather strange, I turned to look to my side following the signal of my friend's eyes that blinked and blinked again.
His sharp face was just a little closer to the tip of my nose. He bent his head closer to me, but I didn't feel it at all. My big round eyes stared at that person without batting an eye. How long had he and I been together? We weren't this close to each other and I didn't get to see his dark face. My heart trembled, my face was hot. But my eyes started to well up with tears.
'I really miss you,' I said to myself in my mind.
Even though I was in a dream, I couldn't say the words I missed him, even though I knew that even if I said it, he would never know. Well, this is just a dream, it's not real, but I can't say those words. The only thing that made me speechless in my dreams was fear and the hardness of my heart. I can't say the words I miss my ex-boyfriend whether I'm sleeping, awake, or even dreaming.
Guess the person in my dreams now knows how I feel because my eyes speak for themselves just how much I miss him.
Looking back at the close friend who sent me the signal, now that I can't see it, everything has disappeared. There were only me and him standing facing each other. I shook my head and stepped back one step at a time. Before turning around and running away from him, I felt that I was actually running away, but it was more like I was running because his expression seemed to be still and not moving. His eyes looked straight at me with a smile. Even though I knew that no matter how much I ran, I still couldn't escape.
A pair of strong hands grabbed my slender arm in that dream. I was startled and stopped in my tracks. When I stopped, he walked around to the front with a stern look on his face. I didn't want to look directly at him because I was afraid. Even though this was a dream, when it was a dream with him as the protagonist, I couldn't be the director like I initially thought.
"I miss you"
The word I heard from his mouth was 'I miss you'. There was no mistaking this. He missed me just as I missed him. In the dream, we may still miss each other, but in waking life we have become strangers even though we have loved each other for a long time. His thick pair of hands slid down to hold mine. He squeezed his hand rhythmically and I could feel the pressure and warmth radiating from his hand to mine.
My body stood frozen as if I was in a trance before the tears that were in my eyes at first came out along with the words I missed him that I was about to say.
Now that the fear has broken, I will say what I want to say. I will do things that I have never had the opportunity to do. Whether this is a dream or reality, I will firmly seize the opportunity in front of me. And there's no way to let the opportunity slip away and I don't care if he knows. I only care that if this is the last time I'll dream of him and I don't say these words, I'll probably be the one who has to sit and regret this. Do your own actions like right now when I still sit and look at his picture every day and still have to fall asleep with tears in my eyes.
"I miss you"
As soon as my trembling voice stopped speaking to him, everything faded away and faded away. I felt the cold air touch my toes again. The cold air spread up to my thin body nestled under the thick duvet, my eyelids moving back and forth before slowly opening. The sweet dreams were gone and only a dull and bitter reality remained.
Heart trembling, tear stains and soft pressure. It was the moment the paw showed me that the dream had come true and was over. The white ceiling in front of us was real. The important question that arises and lingers in my head as soon as I wake up is 'why did I dream of him?' and it turns out that my childhood friend who is standing there selling things is only a supporting character in the story because it is the main character of this story. truly is man with sharp face Tanned skin like this Thai man from the past.
If dreams were caused by abnormalities in the secretion of certain substances in the brain, then my brain would be severely abnormal. Because these past few days I dream of seeing the same people over and over. Even though I didn't think about that person before going to bed, I still dreamed about him for no reason.
Last night's dream made me reconsider for days, not knowing what the reason for such a dream was. Maybe you ate too much or slept too much causing that dream. But one thing I know myself well is “I miss him”
Three words for a woman I sympathize with would be cunning. Hundreds of wiles And my mouth doesn't match my heart because I have almost every one of those three things, more or less, mixed together, especially the last thing that "The mouth doesn't match the heart"
I would dare to look at his face and tell him I love him only in my dreams because in the real world I would probably run away from him or stay away from him as much as possible because when we both chose to turn our backs on It would be pointless to stand with a love that doesn't have heartache. The hand that grips the barbed wire and squeezes it and won't let go won't cause anything to happen but will only cause pain together.
“I woke up from the dream and I still miss him.”
Keep the longing in your heart as before, don't show it or express this feeling to anyone, whether it's that person or this person. Let the dream image be just an abnormality of the secretion of substances in the brain. Please don't let it happen. Arose from my subconscious that still reminded me in the corner of my heart that 'I love him'.
Many years have passed That dream became a past that I forgot. Since that night, I have never dreamed of him again until today. A very tiring day, I left the house to go to work early in the morning. Before returning home again at dusk to the small house where there was only me. The silence consumed everything until the silence was my friend.
The young woman's frail figure was taking off her high heels, tired as she was about to enter the house. But someone's voice interrupted her, causing her to quickly turn towards the source of the sound in shock.
'That friend from his youth, why did he come here?'
I asked myself curiously. And more than that, The dream image from yesterday suddenly resurfaced to the point where I had to quickly turn my head and run in another direction out of politeness.
The man in black stood still, his face indescribably sad. He clung to the fence and looked straight at her like someone who wanted to say something. The owner of the frail figure couldn't stand still without inquiring about her situation and hurriedly walked down the stairs. and went straight to the visitor. He didn't make any signals like in the dream anymore because this was real. He handed an envelope to the girl in front of him without explaining.
I received the letter from him with a confused expression, not knowing whether I should open it or what I should do. But the look on the man in front of me told me that I should open it and read what was in my hand.
And that was the last time I saw the name of my ex-lover fall to the ground like a leaf being plucked from my palm. My hand trembled. Tears welled up at the corners of his eyes before he let out a loud howl. Sobbing so hard that she was shaking until she was shaking.
Now the longing and love that had been hidden in my heart had completely flowed out and there was no comforting word from anyone. There is no warmth from anyone, only me and my shadow that is still my friend.