Had a dream that I was at the airport.

At first it was very weird , it's a dream where good superhero vs villain. So basically , the good guys have to defend some VIP from being killed by the baddies.

Meh , nothing much , the civilians (including me) have to evacuate the airport because duhhhh.

But something happened.

I saw my dad. My late dad to be exact. He was wearing a yellow polo shirt , short pants and a slipper.

I saw him walking away from the airport.


From this exact moment , I realized that I'm in my own dream. I'm aware that I'm in a dream.

I was about to wake up , I can feel it but I hang on to my dream , try to really really focus it and not to let this chance slip.

A chance for me to run towards my dad and get closer to him..

So that I can hug him really-really tight. And I did.

I ran to him. He was far but I still hold on to my dream. I get closer and closer.

I hug him really tight. Hug like there's no tomorrow. I really miss him.

I know that it's a dream but ... it's good to hug my dad again.