Since the pandemic starts in Indonesia, middle of March, I have a new world. The world to share dreams with my kids. Putik and Kayu has the new habits, to share their dreams or nightmares in the morning. When they woke up, they shared them, if they could remember them.
It is a precious time for us to recall what just happened, they slight transition between reality and non reality.
Once, Kayu woke up, with the definition of bad yet beautiful dream.
He said, Mom, “I just had a dream.” He said with eyes wide opened. I was more than excited.
He said, again, “In my dream, Grandpa painted me a beautiful flower. So beautiful it is, with colours I love. Grandpa did it carefully. I was about to take a picture of it. To show it to Kakak Putik. But suddenly I woke up. I am beyond sad now.” He frowned.
I asked him, what has he planned to make everything better? Before he answered, Putik replied, “Go back to sleep then take photos of the flower. Wake up again.”
Kayu was still sad. No, he said. It didn’t work that way.
I suggested him to be calm and ask Grandpa later to paint him another flower, not in dream, but in reality.
And Kayu said, Ok.