Family

Date: 4/6/2019

I was returning home on my way back from somewhere, I was traveling with two people: one person who is a dream friend, I don’t know them in real life, and the other person is a person I don’t like. On our trip, we happen to drive by some childhood memories, where my father grew up, where I still have family. It was dusk, people were likely asleep, I thought it would be interesting for us to drive by so I could show them the house my father grew up in. So we stopped at a house that was my aunts and uncles in the dream, while in real life the house is a few blocks the other way. I wanted us to keep moving and just see my dad’s childhood home, I didn’t actually want to see anyone, but instead, my uncle happened to walk by, saw us, and people started waking up and coming to see me. Apparently a wedding was supposed to happen very soon, so a lot of the family happen to be there, and they all started waking up to come say hi. I got so overwhelmed that the people started turning gray and I couldn’t make out who is who anymore it was just a mass of people. I woke up feeling particularly mentally ill, as if I needed a reminder that I am a stranger to my own family, a family who would go out of their way to be kind to me.