Now that I am talking about my weird dreams. Let me talk about the dream that made me extremely happy the other night. Even though I had one of my now usual nightmares right after it, it was quite refreshing to wake up with that dream. However for someone that doesn't have an immigration experience this might be as ordinary as any other dreams, but I can't explain how exciting it is for someone like me living in a town with only a few friends all from work.
Imagine walking in the street going back from work to home and bumping into your sister and going window shopping instead. It is quite a normal experience when you are living at home city with lots of family to run into family member or even a friend. But it never happens here. I never expect to be walking in the street and bumping into someone that I know. And if I do, they are people from work, not someone that makes you so happy.
It was quite extraordinary. First because my way back home in my dream was in Jomhoori street (basically my root home from high school) and second because it happened that Zizili was also walking along the same direction and she ran to catch up with me. In the dream I immediately realized that this can't be real, but I was so extraordinary happy that I decided I am going to accept that it is real. See how complicated my life is? My brain doesn't even let me enjoy it and starts analyzing why this can't be real. I woke up a few seconds after that, spending the next 10-20 minutes being really happy about my dream and went back to sleep to continue with my nightmares.
15 years ago it would just be a normal dream or reality.
Imagine walking in the street going back from work to home and bumping into your sister and going window shopping instead. It is quite a normal experience when you are living at home city with lots of family to run into family member or even a friend. But it never happens here. I never expect to be walking in the street and bumping into someone that I know. And if I do, they are people from work, not someone that makes you so happy.
It was quite extraordinary. First because my way back home in my dream was in Jomhoori street (basically my root home from high school) and second because it happened that Zizili was also walking along the same direction and she ran to catch up with me. In the dream I immediately realized that this can't be real, but I was so extraordinary happy that I decided I am going to accept that it is real. See how complicated my life is? My brain doesn't even let me enjoy it and starts analyzing why this can't be real. I woke up a few seconds after that, spending the next 10-20 minutes being really happy about my dream and went back to sleep to continue with my nightmares.
15 years ago it would just be a normal dream or reality.
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الهی بمیرم واست خواهر. این ماله اینه که ایران نیودنت بیشتر از یه سال شد.
تازه تو شهرتون هم خیلی غریبی. اون وقتا که تورنتو بودی از این خوابها هم نمی دیدی.
راستی دروغ گفتم با استفاده از امکانات جی میل می نوشتی ترجمه اش راحت تر بود p:
are midonam be ghole injayia "home sick" shodam :D
migam man englisi neveshtanam kheyli khoob nist. in englisi neveshtane inja ye bahonast ke tamrin beshe baram. vali enteghale ehsas to farsi kheyli rahattare
خوندنشم راحت تره
I feel the situation by my heart, once I dreamed of a village in Iran and for more than one day I had an extreme energy.
even now reminding it lifts my soul up
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