I'm posting this only because it was too vivid a dream, that I can still remember most of it upon waking up. I just had to write it down. Dream sequence no. 1, on the other hand, eludes me, though I do remember that it had something to do with Obama and a party in a yacht. :P
He was one of those guys you don't really notice. The thick-rimmed glasses, the metal mouth, the awkward hobbling down the hallways rendered him invisible.
But noticed he had been. By her, no less. Perfect, golden-haired, beautiful-eyed poster girl noticed him.
And he was happy. Everything felt like a dream to him. He couldn't believe she was his.
She had this sadness in her eyes. There was no glow in her face, no spring in her step.
He couldn't understand why she felt so differently.
"You're looking good," an old friend observed.
"There's my wife and my daughter," he beamed with pride. His friend looked at him, wide-eyed and reverent.
Then the smile fell, and in a soft whisper, he confessed, "But I'm losing her."
She's home alone. She opens the familiar cupboard, and she finds it--the solution to all her problems. She drowns her sorrows away, the only way she knows how.
He sees her. She sees him looking at her. They both stare at each other for a while, until the tears finally became too heavy not to start falling.
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