Yeye

Dream POV - Sophia 

Had this dream about a week ago on July 17, 2021, shortly following the blowup between myself and my biological father. I dreamed about my Yeye. All week I'd been fretting about what this new estrangement between me and bio dad will mean for my relationship with Yeye.

First, the dream started off in some twisted rendition of 72 Barrington, where I grew up with my father's family.  Some sort of conflict had brewed between me, my dad, aunt Jenny.  Everyone was there, from stepmom to stepbrother to Alston, all the aunts and uncles of my dad's side of the family, and even Chen Po, who I haven't seen in decades now.

Our fight felt like a tribunal for me. I ended up weeping hysterically and at some point, I even fainted, but my eyes were open the whole time as I fell to the floor between the hair, dust, and dirt.  I watched my father's family walk away one by one, out the front door - they were going out to dinner, and they left me.

When I came to, I wandered the house in a daze.  I went to the front door, but found the wall to my left to be made out of thin newspaper. I poked through it, and found Yeye in his room.

Yeye looks like what he looks like lately - snowy hair, older.  He's his 100-year-old-self, where in most of my dreams, he's still 80-something. 

He had no idea what was going on.  He didn't hear the commotion and he'd been napping in his bed, which looked kind of like a hospital bed in the middle of the room.  He wasn't in bad shape, though - he hopped right out of bed, looked at me with a worried face, and in Mandarin, he asked, "发生什么事，丫丫？"

And I burst into tears.

I ran into his arms and slung my arms around him. I said I was sorry for not connecting with him more.  I cried so hard that I actually started to weep hysterically in real life.  Simon actually burst into the bedroom to shake me out of my dream because I was sobbing so loudly he could hear me from the kitchen.

This same week I set up a phone call with Alston to talk to Yeye. I want to right some wrongs and to make a relationship with him at least before the end of his time.

The Singer

Nightmare, colour, epic, sensation, 25



First part of the dream, I was a young girl known as a Singer.  The second part of the dream I wrote on discord to Milly & co, and I will put it on a separate post

Much like the story Simon and I were trying to write, the Singers were, from my knowledge in the dream, a race of fairy that could affect all sorts of things in reality with their voices.  In this dream I was probably somewhere from twelve to fourteen years of age, a silvery-blue haired girl who had sung in quiet to change my appearance slightly with the magic I was given.  I was warned by my mother that I had incredible powers and had to keep them ethically shut.

I was wandering around on Clifton Hill near Niagara falls.  I had been separated from my family.

(Update July 2021 - this was left in my drafts unfinished, unfortunately.  Publishing what we have.)