Crying Like A Church On Monday
Woke up to the feel of a wet face and the sound of heavy knocking on my door. My uncle got this worried look on his face seeing my face and hearing my cries. I was lost in a dream and in my dream I was crying like there’s no tomorrow, didn’t know I’d end up crying for real. So I woke up with an unfinished dream and with me crying. I’ve never had anything so real, so vivid that it scares the hell out of me. I was following her down the stairs and she told me with her back on me that I need to get married to be happy which I actively dispute, the next thing I remember was I was going up the stairs to some grotto crying, she was urging me on and next I know I was on what seemed like an impossible feat of climbing until I reached the grotto where there were lots of burning candles and with a few people praying. A woman approached me and lead me to a room where there was another woman waiting who asked me to sit down and tell me my troubles. In the dream I was crying like I dunno … the tears were nonstop…. It was at this point when I woke up and my face was soaking wet and I was crying still.
So I went to work with buggy eyes and made an issue with my boss who I know is concerned about whats wrong.
