I’m documenting the dream that I’ve been having in the past 4 days. These dreams happen in the early hour of the day. Right before I am awake, I wrote about it once in the In Love, little that have I known that it’s a series of thing that is continuing till today.

The first dream is about my child that was never born.
The second one which I’m about to tell goes back a little bit further. When my grandma and Dad was still alive.

My Grandma passed away when I was 14 years old. She was the first family member that passed away, this is the first time that I come to understand what is loss and what does death mean.

It’s been 3 days so the details is a bit blur. I know that grandma was there, dad was there and Dad seems to misunderstood me somehow. I have to try and try and try really hard in order to have a chance to explain my side of the story. At first it was really hard to get ppl to pay attention, because of the noise. But then eventually, I almost have to yell in order for Dad to pay attention to me. I was able to let him sit down and explain my side of the story.

That was what I need, I only need ppl to hear me, rather than judging me without the complete picture.

This is a lucid dream, I know because in the dream I’m trying so hard to eventually lead to the result that both Grandma and Dad have to listen to me.

There was a feeling of accomplishment when I woke up. I finally was able to fight for myself.