Dream #16
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latest archive about email links yearbook japan photoblog wish list	Mon Aug 26 02 / 11:09 PM Last week I had a dream that my dad died. When I heard the news, I began to cry hysterically. When I woke up from the dream, I was still crying. For the longest minute I thought the dream might be real. When I realized the truth, the tears eventually stopped. It was a remarkable experience, even in its tragic nature. The week before that I dreamed my brother came to the bookstore to tell me Mom was dead. I knew it the moment I saw him, and I begged him in my mind not to say those words that could never be taken back. But then he spoke, and I fell to the ground unable to breathe, praying that it was just a dream. There are these things I am terrified of losing.
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Lisa Higgs
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