I had a dream. A movie like dream. It was about a group of friends, somewhere spending their time in a ski resort. I felt chilled in the dream-slash-movie. I can't remember the details except for the sad ending. One of the friends fell off a cliff and died.
Everything in the dream ran in slow motion, I lived every moment of it. I didn't feel related to the series of accidents. Just one of those random dreams you have because you dragged yourself in your sleep. That's what I thought at the beginning.
When my eye lids started twitching me to wake up, I saw a beautiful scene. The remaining group of friends sat in the round table, with candles all over them, laughing and eating dinner in the dim lights. That was the last thing I remember. Something like those Japanese drama movies.
Later on the day, I heard the death news of an 18 years old extended family member. He was on his way coming from Omrah. *Allah yer7amah*
The day passed so slowly, I dressed up and headed to my uncle's house where they were reading versus of Quran followed by dinner for the family.
To my surprise, the table had candles all over, it took me back to that dream. My day resembled that dream to a very freaky way.
It reminded me that no matter how shocking the news are, with the love and support of family, a smile can be drown over your face even if you literally feel your heart darkening out of sadness.
I feel the numbness all over me.