I remember driving along a place that did not look remotely like Singapore or anywhere in Asia.
This place is more Coney Island-ish. A theme park beside the sea, dusk coming around, lights from the amusement rides slowly blinking alive.
In the passenger seat is my mother. She is not exactly dressed like my mother but I know it is her.
Lists and lists of potential son in-laws are laid out and thrown into our conversation and I can see them all jumping into my mind.
There is Francisco, Sen, random crushes from all the K-pop boy groups.
Then comes a passing thought. I remember my dad saying that it does not matter who I end up with. Whether he is Muslim or not. Because he knows that ultimately, whoever I pick will be a good man and he will definitely be Muslim then.
The scene changes and we are no longer driving by the theme park. We wait as a train passes by in front of us. My mother talks to me but I don't listen.
Weirdly, all I see is Sen. Still photos of him in black and white whizzing past my head in a tornado of photographs. But like a slap in the head (rhetorically), one image sticks.
And I find myself back at home. The one I am living right now, in real life. Not yet awake though. The family is outside, in the 'mini (cemented) front yard'. There is a new neighbour just opposite us and guess who lives there?
My future in-laws.
But that's when I wake up of course.
Dreams; so enchanting yet so full of undiscovered mysteries, not meant to be discovered.
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That is a wonderful dream indeed.
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