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A Cry In the Years
#WritcoStoryPrompt39
Some dreams are meant to come true,. But what do you do when your nightmare comes true? Do run the opposite way or face your fears?
Some dreams are dreams while some dreams are very much really happening in my life. I'm Ciya, and am of the persons who have been investigating little things through speaking to ny social circle. Most of the dreams for me have been a dejavu, yet I always believe bad dreams ocvur just because I've been thinking a lot with less sleep. I would certainly like to share one of my stories about nightmares here.
My grandpa died when I was in my 10th grade. As a grandchild, I always have felt like kind of more attached to grandpa than others. For some days, I used to remember him, and dreams were just so and so. I used to get yearly dreams of my grandpa, dying was just an act really, and he is still alive. I used to be in my dreams, and I used to find it creepy too. The person already had died, yet his face appeared in my dreams. How could I believe that's the reality or not?
But after almost five years, such things stopped and then I started to see grandpa's dopplegangers more often...a little similar faces. I used to check those people to see if he looked just like him, but it was never the case. I remember him, through those grandpas in train or functions who handle their grandchildren, and take care of them. And this was a small sort of nightmare as I really lost the only grand person who had been with me since my childhood.
This may sound a bit crazy, but I cry when I see because I feel like his soul is still alive and still he died right before my eyes...without speaking anything. Just a random fever....the forever silence.
Some dreams are meant to come true,. But what do you do when your nightmare comes true? Do run the opposite way or face your fears?
Some dreams are dreams while some dreams are very much really happening in my life. I'm Ciya, and am of the persons who have been investigating little things through speaking to ny social circle. Most of the dreams for me have been a dejavu, yet I always believe bad dreams ocvur just because I've been thinking a lot with less sleep. I would certainly like to share one of my stories about nightmares here.
My grandpa died when I was in my 10th grade. As a grandchild, I always have felt like kind of more attached to grandpa than others. For some days, I used to remember him, and dreams were just so and so. I used to get yearly dreams of my grandpa, dying was just an act really, and he is still alive. I used to be in my dreams, and I used to find it creepy too. The person already had died, yet his face appeared in my dreams. How could I believe that's the reality or not?
But after almost five years, such things stopped and then I started to see grandpa's dopplegangers more often...a little similar faces. I used to check those people to see if he looked just like him, but it was never the case. I remember him, through those grandpas in train or functions who handle their grandchildren, and take care of them. And this was a small sort of nightmare as I really lost the only grand person who had been with me since my childhood.
This may sound a bit crazy, but I cry when I see because I feel like his soul is still alive and still he died right before my eyes...without speaking anything. Just a random fever....the forever silence.
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