I had a strange dream last night. It was really more of a flashback to things of my childhood. Kinda.
I was as old as I am now, but somehow or other I had gotten into a situation where I needed help from this group of kids. I think it was... I needed help sneaking back home. o_O I woke up in some other place and needed to get on a plane home. But I couldn't have any adult see me for whatever reason.
Well eventually we found me a plane ticket and started heading back to the kid's home, i'd find the rest of the way on my own. Odd, not an adult to be seen up 'til this point. Anyway, it was nearly nightfall when we got back. Went up to the kid's house, stopped to thank 'em, and the door opened. It was the kid's dad. My dad. And this is where the dream's tone changes...
Well the dad - My dad - was about to start beating the kid. It was me, I didn't really recognize until that point in the dream, though. But I tried to stop my dad, saying how it wasn't 'the kid's' fault, they were just trying to help, it couldn't be avoided coming home that late, that my dad needed to stop beating the kid as much as he did. But then my dad spoke up. He said something along the lines of "If I don't you won't turn into who you are, you won't be as strong as you are, you won't be as deep." Very cliche things, I know. Gushy, I know. Seems made up, I know. But all my dreams are oddly-solid stories like this. It's crazy.
But then he said something about these two promises I made with him when I was a kid. I made a total of four promises to my dad, that didn't make sense at the time, but looking back... they mean so much. I see that now. The first promise I didn't meet until I was 18. A perfect score of all A+'s in the subject of my greatest talent - art, for all the years of my highschool. My dad never went past fifth grade, so me and my sisters doing well in school was a big deal. I don't want to say what the other promises were, but the last two I haven't yet made. What my dad said was that he was sorry he didn't get to live to see me meet those last two...
At that point I turned around and started walking away in the dream so my dad could - rather emotionlessly - proceed to beat the kid. He had void emotion as he said those things, which thinking about now seems kind of odd. Like he wasn't aware he was even saying them. Anyway, as I was walking away in the -dream-, I was crying. And apparently I cried in real life and said some things in my sleep that made my friend bunt me to wake me up.
So yeah. Not sure what to make of that dream. Those last two promises... I partially can't remember what they are, just like the first two. I didn't realize i'd met those until after i'd met them and my dad made a fuss about it. I don't know what... Aa, end of rant. Got a headache.
I was as old as I am now, but somehow or other I had gotten into a situation where I needed help from this group of kids. I think it was... I needed help sneaking back home. o_O I woke up in some other place and needed to get on a plane home. But I couldn't have any adult see me for whatever reason.
Well eventually we found me a plane ticket and started heading back to the kid's home, i'd find the rest of the way on my own. Odd, not an adult to be seen up 'til this point. Anyway, it was nearly nightfall when we got back. Went up to the kid's house, stopped to thank 'em, and the door opened. It was the kid's dad. My dad. And this is where the dream's tone changes...
Well the dad - My dad - was about to start beating the kid. It was me, I didn't really recognize until that point in the dream, though. But I tried to stop my dad, saying how it wasn't 'the kid's' fault, they were just trying to help, it couldn't be avoided coming home that late, that my dad needed to stop beating the kid as much as he did. But then my dad spoke up. He said something along the lines of "If I don't you won't turn into who you are, you won't be as strong as you are, you won't be as deep." Very cliche things, I know. Gushy, I know. Seems made up, I know. But all my dreams are oddly-solid stories like this. It's crazy.
But then he said something about these two promises I made with him when I was a kid. I made a total of four promises to my dad, that didn't make sense at the time, but looking back... they mean so much. I see that now. The first promise I didn't meet until I was 18. A perfect score of all A+'s in the subject of my greatest talent - art, for all the years of my highschool. My dad never went past fifth grade, so me and my sisters doing well in school was a big deal. I don't want to say what the other promises were, but the last two I haven't yet made. What my dad said was that he was sorry he didn't get to live to see me meet those last two...
At that point I turned around and started walking away in the dream so my dad could - rather emotionlessly - proceed to beat the kid. He had void emotion as he said those things, which thinking about now seems kind of odd. Like he wasn't aware he was even saying them. Anyway, as I was walking away in the -dream-, I was crying. And apparently I cried in real life and said some things in my sleep that made my friend bunt me to wake me up.
So yeah. Not sure what to make of that dream. Those last two promises... I partially can't remember what they are, just like the first two. I didn't realize i'd met those until after i'd met them and my dad made a fuss about it. I don't know what... Aa, end of rant. Got a headache.
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