I think i already talked about how i am fascinated with dreams. Today i just had another interesting dream but somehow it's very sad. Usually as we dream, we would be one of the character in the dream or would be the person viewing the characters in a third person view. But the dream that i had was neither of them. In that dream, i was looking at a set of pictures that tells of a story.
The first picture is a picture of a bench. A wooden bench, to be exact. I didnt know the meaning of the first picture until i had a look at the second picture.
The second picture is a picture of a sad looking woman. That woman is very sad because she was alone in her house. Everyday she would be waiting for her husband to come home, with nothing else to do. The bench is the place where she would wait for her husband's return, longing for him to be back as soon as possible. That is what she had been on doing everyday, the same routine, being alone while waiting for her husband to come home.
The third picture shows the woman chasing her husband's car because her husband had just left the home for work and left something at home. While that woman was chasing her husband's car, she was hit by another car and died there. Her husband never realised that his wife was chasing him.
Even to her death, she was alone.
I hope im not a sadistic for having this dream.
How tragic can it be?