The Disappointing Happy Dream

I had a beautiful dream last night.

I dreamt that I was on a holiday with...some people...to China. Halfway into the trip, I bypassed them and went to find a somebody, the bosom friend, a man of light. Two years I have lost touch with him, yet now the thought of sneaking away from the team to meet him, thrills me as much as I have just chance upon a blossoming bud.
I found out the way, from some old men. Through a remote village, I can walk on foot, and reach the land of windmills. The land where he resides and where it had put us apart. I walked and with each step, I felt glee which I have not felt for so long. I picked up my handphone and sent him a message to tell him that I am here at last, to meet him in person.

Like two young birds, we met, For two weeks, night after night, day after day, I live in happiness. Each day was a joy, a spring in winter.

Finally I have to go back. We parted in my dream as amiably as we had in real life. But the happiness still lingers. Even as I return via the remote village, each footstep was light hearted. I thought, well, although I have to leave, I was not empty handed. I was rebellious but I was happy.

Then I woke up. The delight lasted for 1 second, 2 second, 1 minute...then it was gone. It was soon consumed by a vacuum and emptiness. I was awake, and all had been a dream. Nothing had changed. I was still stuck with reality. I have to admit. I was crestfallen.