Reminding me of home
A short dream this time, and another one shrouded in darkness. I dreamt that I was in the kitchen of the house I lived in as a child. The room was very small, and I was holding some sort of sleepover with my friends, although nobody was asleep. There were a few people in the room, just sitting around on sofas and the floor, and all the lights were turned off. People were passing around a remote control for a television set, but no matter how much I wanted it, the remote never came to me. I was annoyed by this.
The next thing I remember from the dream is that everyone was asleep, and I noticed that one of the people sitting on a sofa was Tom Bronwrigg, a guy I went to secondary school with. He wasn’t a close friend, just someone I knew really. Some sort of ball, like a balloon, floated down to him and landed on his head, and he hit it up in the air to someone else in a kind of game.
The kitchen makes me think of happy times as a child. The remote control reminds me of British television, which I miss dearly and don’t get to see much of in Bangkok. The fact that I couldn’t get the remote may symbolise that I miss home and feel that home is somehow out of my reach. England does feel very distant, and I would love to go back there to see the place again, but not to stay. I don’t know what I associate with Tom Bronwrigg.
I’d say that there are things about home that I miss, but that I don’t really think I can get back. The times we had sleepovers are some of my fondest memories, but they are not times that could be recreated. Do I miss being a child? I’d certainly relate the game of keeping a ball in the air to something children do.
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