Awakening

After having some grocery, I walk with my mother heading south along an empty road to get a ride. It was unusual for me to be with my mother who look 10 years younger than the last time we were together at home celebrating her birthday with my father, my wife and daughter. She even corrected me for my bad habit in walking, bending my back, but I just complained that I'm just tired of breathing. However, at the back of my mind I just can't imagine myself complaining of breathing for it is necessary for every human being to breathe.

Somewhere near before we reach the foot of the bridge, we both saw her uncle who looks 10 or 20 years younger than we ever thought. We were wondering what he is doing on the other side of the street until we saw his driver just arrived smiling and nodding at us offering us a ride. When the driver approached my mother's uncle, we understood that he wants to be alone and appears to me that something is bothering him. We moved in closer to the other side of the road to ask some questions to the locals but before we're able to to that, this guy who looks very familiar to me only 20 or 10 years older than the first time I met him suddenly told us that my mother's uncle has been there several times recently for the past days.

A moment after that I was about to speak while turning my head to the other side of the road where we came from, to my surprize my first cousin wearing a dark, deep-blue t-shirt just pop up in front of me saying something I did not get for I was destructed with his handsome, smiling, flawless face probably 10 years younger just like the first time we met before we start our first days in college. I then said to myself in a sudden thought, "Oh no!, what am I doing here? my cousin and these people around me, except for this guy maybe in his forties who is actually younger when I met him sometime last month when he was introduced to me by my officemate, all past away!"

I suddenly woke up from deep sleep, this was this morning before sunrise, with every single detail in my head of what just happened. It was so vivid and real to me except that I just ignored some of it like, the area on the left side of the road near the foot of the bridge going south with ruins of old buildings where walls are like painted bricks of red clay with white lines as edges, a man in his thirties in a neat light green polo shirt asking for direction while we're standing near the ruins that my mother answered right away with a stranged place named "San Francisco" which is not supposed to be there at the end of the road going north that this man I supposed is heading to, and the emptiness of the road from traffic of vehicles that I did not expected to notice.

I realized it was just a dream but an unusual dream for me seeing people from the past and possibly from the future.