second dream in a row…

C.F was driving me home. And just as we were slowing to park, we saw people, in particular, a family of four alighting their car. Suddenly, a police patrol car swerved into sight and pulled over.

Immediately, policemen stepped out of the car and ordered the family not to move. By this time, the family had walked to the void deck, slightly more than a metre away from their car. The two young boys stopped in their tracks, frozen with their father by their side. Their mother, who was already two steps ahead of them took one more step forward before she stopped.

“Mrs R… pls…” One of the policemen shouted to her as the rest proceeded to handcuff the rest of the family. I can’t remember what was it he said – was it to arrest her? or have her in for questioning? I really can't recall...

The lady, wearing a headscarf and a long blue dress, turned around. Everyone was facing her, including myself – I can’t remember when I walked over. But I was standing there, observing her.

First, she looked at the policemen. Then she looked at her family, one by one, with her eyes finally landing on me. It wasn't a stare. But I couldn’t tell if it was a gaze either. Yet there was no mistaking it – she really was looking at me for a very long time such that I couldn’t help but feel a surge of mixed emotions.

Everyone else was silent.

Instinctively, I walked over, never breaking eye contact till I went round her back and hugged her the way I usually hug my mum.

It was strange... cos suddenly at that moment, I was filled with a realisation that she was C.F’s mother. And strangely again, from the back, her clothes were no longer blue – it was light purple, with dark purple flowers, much like something my mum owns and had worn recently, on the day we set off for KL.

Then the dream ended.

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The name I heard… it wasn’t even C.F’s mother’s name to begin with.
But I somehow ended up realising it was her.
Yet somehow the dream ended with thoughts and feelings of my mum...

I don't know if it's supposed to mean anything - I thought it was weird but C.F. felt it was scary.

And suddenly, with the fan blowing behind me now...
My hair is standing.