I had a dream last night.

It was one with clear, turquoise waters, white sands, a clumsy driver and a trusting “instructor”, eager sales assistants, and a lacy train I disagreed with.

Doesn’t make sense? I guess. Dreams hardly do.

I dreamt of Potato. I dreamt of what were Coral Reefs in my dream.

I dreamt of many people. Many, many, many people. Strangely, it was such a beautiful dream. Because there was so much peace in the dream. The peace that follows awkwardness, and plenty of animosity.

There were no words. It was just the expressions, or a simple gesture. Ice was broken. Things I had never said though I wanted to, were understood in split second.

I had skips in my steps, as my hand was held tightly as we ran down the pretty, victorian architecture, I remember smiling a lot at that point of my dream.

I saw a friend(or…?), looking on from a distant, lurking in the background, contrasted by the sea of turquoise. It was the only unfriendly vibe I had, yet it was mild. Maybe, the dream was just so serene, so peaceful, so pretty.

It was a nice dream.

So nice that as I try to feel what I felt, try to recall how it all was, I feel this surge of tears to my eyes.

Maybe because, it is a dream, that we know, will never make up for the what could never be in real life.