Suddenly, Rita awakened in the middle of the night, startled and trembling because of the vivid dream she had been having.
"This is too real!" she thought to herself, wishing that she could just drift back off to sleep again, and finish her dream. "How does it all end?" she wondered, as she tossed and turned throughout the rest of the night.
Rita turned off the alarm clock as soon as it rang, and got out of bed still wondering how her dream ended. She recalled the details vividly, but it was as if the dream sequence was chronologically backwards.
Rita immediately recalled the recent events in the first part of her dream, and realized she must have been thinking about her elderly father, when she had drifted off to sleep. She had always been close to her dad.
He had passed away recently after a lengthy illness, but in her dream, he had come back to life again, getting younger and younger as the dream continued.
"I cannot remember him as a teenager," she thought to herself. "But, I know it was him. Somehow, it is as if I knew my dad before I was born. How can that possibly be?"
Rita retraced her memories of her dad throughout the day, gradually remembering all of the old black and white photographs of her father that her grandmother had shown her, over the years. She vaguely recalled seeing one picture of her father as a very young man, and then remembered another one of him as a child dressed in a white outfit, taken on the day he had started school.
"Oh, Dad, if only my dream had gone just that little bit further," she sighed. "I might have dreamed of you as a child, and as a baby, too."
No comments:
Post a Comment