Dreams of a Child

There are dreams, whether sweet or not, that normally vanished once you wake up. Just like Rafeah Buang's Disebut Jangan Dikenang Jangan song:

Berlalu kisah di taman 

Bak mimpi diganggu siang 

Disebut diingat jangan 

Tak guna dikenang-kenang

And there are dreams that after more than four decades, still lingering and still keep on coming to you.

Henceforth are such dreams:

Dream Number One:

There I was, in a room. Or maybe I was outdoor and not in a room. There were no walls, not a single wall. Just translucent white laced drapes continuously waffling softly by the gentle summer breeze.

It was in the afternoon, or maybe late in the morning. It was bright and airy, and was very pleasant.

I was looking for my toys. I was barefooted and realised the flooring was made from wood. Very smooth and painted wood. I remembered that I left my toys somewhere here. There was a big bed in the middle of the room. I thought maybe, my toys will be somewhere underneath the bed. As with many other lost things that were to be found under the bed. After looking for some time, I found nothing.

I wasn't at all feeling despair as I'm about to venture to another place ...

Dream Number Two:

From the really pleasant outdoor room surrounded at all its four corners by translucent drapes suddenly I found myself climbing a really steep mountain. I felt that it was so steep that as if the mountain slope wasn't a slope at all, it's almost 90 degrees going up.

As I made it to the top with very less hassle, the first thing I felt was the smell of the freshest ever mountain air. The feeling like while you were sucking a black Hacks candy and drinking cold water at the same time. Try it to know what I meant.

These two pleasant dreams that I dreamt decades ago still fresh on my mind as if I just woke up.