Dream Talk [again]

I remember when I was little, and I always used to have these dreams where I was lost somewhere in Brooklyn and couldn’t find my way home. I would walk and walk, past buildings that seemed kinda familiar and people that I thought I knew…

But ultimately, no one was ever there to help me. In one particular dream, I stumble across this big house and peer into this giant window only to see my family sitting around a dinner table, eating this elaborate meal and laughing the night away. Instinct tells me to make myself known to them. But I never do. I just watch them in their happiness, feeling almost guilty for watching them during this pleasant moment. I never go in, I always walk past the house. And when I wake up, the pain I should have felt is always replaced with this empty feeling.

I mean, after all, it was just a dream.

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