Dying Dream

 I had this dream twice in a week. It felt so real. I was riding a bike when someone crashed into me. I was careless, yet I clearly saw the person who hit me. He stepped out of his car, walked toward me with a smile, and then simply turned back and drove away—leaving me there.

At that moment, I felt completely helpless. No one was there for me—except you. You came to me, and suddenly, everything felt okay. It was as if nothing had happened. You kissed my forehead and smiled. But then, someone else appeared.

The moment you saw them, you ran towards them. I stood there, feeling like you had just met someone who mattered more to you.

And then, in a blink, my surroundings changed. I looked slightly to the left and found myself in a hospital bed, hooked up to multiple machines. A long, piercing beep filled the room—it was the heart monitor, showing a flat line. I was dying. And yet, you were still there, with that same person, unaware. You were laughing—so freely, so genuinely—but not for me. Then, you walked out of the room. I tried to follow, and suddenly, I was home—the place we used to share.

You were there too, but everything felt different. You looked different. The room was filled with paintings, and the balcony overflowed with plants. I stood before the mirror, trying to make sense of it all. Then, I saw you—standing right in front of me, holding my hands, just like you always did. And just like always, I wanted to pull away. But this time, I was frozen. The other version of you was still there, busy painting, lost in a world I no longer belonged to.

I knew then that everything had changed. It was time to leave. I turned toward the door, ready to go. But then, you called out—"MOMO." I turned back and saw you with him, your beloved pet, the one you had named Momo. In that moment, it hit me—I truly didn’t belong here anymore.

Once again, I walked toward the door, but something caught my eye—my helmet, lying beneath the bed in the hall. I rushed back to you, but… you were gone. The emptiness swallowed me whole. Confused, lost, I screamed, I cried, and then—I woke up.

Why the same dream twice in a week? Why does it feel so real? Who was that guy? Who left? Who stayed? You might be my everything, or maybe, you’re my nothing. Either way, if this moment is all I have left, then maybe I should just live in it.

"Just a Momo"