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Monday, November 01, 2004

I just woke up from my afternoon nap crying.

I dreamt of Po Po, it made me so sad but ironically, I would rather the situation be like the scenario in the dream then to face the truth. The truth is much less unsavoury then what was in my dream...

~

The dream went like this:

I knew Po Po was placed in a home and my GodParents drove me, and if I recall correctly Ying Yi, to the place. Only the place was nothing like a home, it felt more like a hospice, all quiet and foreboding...

The design of the place was much like in Chinese Style, complete with red beams and blue roof tiles, yet someone next to me told me it looked like a cottage.

I walked forward to take a closer look and possibly look in, the concept of the place is that it gradually builds itself downwards, at the bottom you could see a big blue rectangular pool, at the sides level by level there seem to be rooms or something. The quiet of the place is too much for me to take, it felt like there were no one inside yet upon closer look I seem to see someone lying on a bed in a wardlike room down near the bottom...

Then an old lady passes by and someone seemed to have asked her how we could possibly get in and her answer was that we couldn't...

Then I seem to see Po Po in a backwards leaning position on an armchair or something with a handphone on her, all quiet and lonely...

Then, then I remembered... I remembered that it couldn't be so, she couldn't be resting there all so lonely cos she's already gone. I won't even be able to visit her anymore, I won't get to see her like that anymore, not in Po Po House, not in the hospital, not even in a home... Reality cuts, and it cuts deep...

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In the past I used to have dreams about when she might be leaving, wake up in a fright and end up in tears due to my fear...

I never ever thought that so soon it has to go in opposite, I dream of her alive and wake up to find that she's gone forever.....

Memory and Pain is Forever...

I scribbled at ;; 8:30 AM

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