I dreamt of Gong Gong, finally. This is the first time since he passed away more than a year ago. It was real sad.
In the dream, I was walking with Daddy at some place I can't remember. We were walking and talking, then there was this group of old men in front. They were chatting happily and laughing too.
I looked harder and I saw Gong Gong. He looked like he was in his 60s, still looks healthy.
I told Daddy excitedly that Gong Gong came back to life, but Daddy pulled me away from him. I wrenched my arm off, and ran towards Gong Gong, crying and screaming for him.
When I finally stood in front of him, I was so overwhelmed and so happy that I cried so hard. I hugged him and cried, calling him the whole time. Then, he just looked at me as if he didn't recognise me, and smiled.
Then he walked away, leaving me there all alone.
When I woke up, I still felt really sad that he didn't acknowledge me.
:(
Told Mummy about my dream, and she told me she dreamt of Gong Gong too! In her dream, Gong Gong was hugging her and they were crying together, Cos Po Po died!