It started when I was 12. It was June and people are busy because it's summer vacation. The air sweeping in my skin is warm but the nights are cold. Climate change, I guess. I woke up, six o'clock in the morning. I arranged my bed still my eyes are tired. Yesterday was really tiring because mom cleaned our house and she never let me go with my friends until I clean my room.
"Good morning sweetie." My mom greeted while she was preparing the plates for breakfast in our dining table. "It's really annoying. People are getting pretty crazy about our new president." dad said, while reading the latest newspaper the paper boy brought. He smiled when he noticed me "How's your sleep bud?" he asked, still reading the newspaper. "Pretty good dad but it's weird."
"Why?"
"I saw you in my dreams. You and mom. I saw mom carrying a basket of food in a garden then she put it down to call me but I didn't come. I ran away and went into my room but then I saw you dancing with mom."
"You remember all those dreams bud?"
"Uhm yeah." I said, explaining what happened in my dream. Dad looked at me. Mum dropped the fork she was holding then looked at me with confusion. "Honey? How did you know that? That was my dream last night. Last night, I dreamed about us having our picnic in a huge flowery garden." She was still in shock and her voice is stammering while dad just looked at me. "...I haven't told anyone about my dream this morning."
"I don't know mom. I guess we have the same dream. You know, mother and son connection."
Dad chuckled. "What are you laughing about Johny?" she said to my dad who knows that mom is starting to get pissed. "Isn't it honey?
"Yes that's right Carl." Dad said while smirking. "We have the same dream right Carl?" she asked and I just nodded.
After we ate, dad asked if I could clean his car since it was Sunday and the only thing I do every Sunday is sleeping aside from doing my homework. Dad just sat in front of our door watching me cleaning his car. "Jeez, I hate the car. It's too huge for me." I thought.
While I'm almost done cleaning our car, shouts at me "Carl! Come here just a minute." I walk towards him then sat down next to him. He puts his arms around my shoulder and pull me closer to him.
"Remember what you said this morning bud? About the dream of your mom and mine?" dad asked. I just nodded then he continued "well son, it's not just you and your mother have the same dream. You said you saw me in your dreams dancing with your mom in a room.
That's my dream and saw it Carl. You saw it. You're there in my dreams and in your mom's dream. I can't believe you actually have that Carl." He said.
"What are you saying dad? What's with me? I mean, I can't understand." I asked feeling so anxious about what he said. I suddenly felt terrified but dad smiled at me then he tapped my shoulder twice.
"Listen son." He said with a composed and confident voice.
"What dad? What do I have? Do I have a disease or something? Just tell me."
"No, no it's not like that Carl. What you saw in your dream is the actual dream of your mother. You've just visited her dreams and mine. You're a dream traveller son." He said.
"Dream traveller? What is that dad? Can you explain what's wrong with me?"
It's overloading.
My head felt dizzy trying to decode everything.
"Dream traveller? I visited mom's dreams? But how? What was that?" I said again with a louder voice.
"Son, just calm down okay?" then he wrapped his arms around mine. "Just calm down." He whispered.
I exhaled.
I composed myself.
"So what was it dad?" I asked calmly. He just smiled and said "I'm gonna show you tonight." I just nodded. Although I still don't know what dad is talking about but I trust him.
That's the thing about dad. He is the man of few words. He will just do whatever he wanted to say and I found it cool.
The evening came.
I'm so excited about what dad is going to show me yet, after dinner he just went to his room. I felt so disappointed and went to my room to sleep. Dad isn't going to show something I thought but I don't want to think anything bad for dad. I close my eyes gulping the guilt I feel then suddenly I fell asleep.