irl stuff under the cut. it’s just me rambling abt a dream i had. grief and sad stuff, don’t mind me. might delete later
i had a dream abt breaking my fast during ramadan with my grandparents one night. it was with a mix of an old memory tho. the memory was from when they were still living in their old house where i grew up. but instead of sitting on the floor with a sheet for the food and plates, we were sitting at their dining table in their new house. it was like i gained consciousness in the middle of it bc i was passing them the pot and talking excitedly abt something and suddenly realized that this couldn’t be real bc im too old for the memory and i never got celebrate ramadan with them at their new house. and they aren’t here anymore. and then i woke up. i miss them a lot and im really happy i dreamt of them. i got to see them again for a little bit even tho the dream is already fuzzy. and it’s a relief knowing that my grief and feelings are strong enough for me to dream abt them.
