sweet dreams are made of this

in the wee hours of last night, I had a dream. I can remember because it got interrupted by nature's call. I'm only 30, but yes, I wake up every night after about 3 hours because I have the bladder of a toddler. makes me wonder where that'll lead to. I suppose, should I ever turn 60, I'll just sleep on the loo.

but back to the dream. we sat around a dinner table, his family, him and me. I talked to his mum and dad and his older bro kept on cracking silly jokes. the weird part: all along I knew it was a dream. even while chatting with his dad, I knew that couldn't be, coz I've never met him and he's passed away a coupla years ago. when I woke up, I felt the loss for his dad, whom I'd loved to have met in person and I didn't miss him as much as I sometimes do. coz we'd just been talking.