The old man.

While I haven't been writing down any of the dreams I've been having lately because I can't seem to recall any of them at all, I do have a dream that I had not too long ago. I actually remember some of it because I told my friend and teacher about it. 



Truth be told, I don't remember a lot of it. I just remembered what had the most impact on me. All I remember was this old man in my dream who resembled my Economics teacher who is on the older side. In real life, he has a terrible habit of forgetting things and repeating what he said. I once pointed that out to him and the girl next to me jokingly shushed me and told me he had Alzheimer's, I baww'd a little bit because I thought it was actually true for a second.


Anyway, starting on my dream near the end because that's when he appeared. Somehow this old guy shows up in my dream, he seemed lost so I tried to help him. I don't remember much, but every so often he would start talking about his wife, brother, or some family member. But then he would look down at his wristwatch and see crossed out words on them and remembered they were dead. Since he couldn't remember anything, he kept thinking his family was alive, but he wrote down their names on his wristwatch and crossed them out as they begin to die of old age. Each time reminding him that they were gone when he looked down at his watch, feeling alone again and again each time he did.


I think I tried to cheer him up by giving him an old Pokemon game to play. He started at the beginning of the game and was at the part where you had to leave home. Once he left, his mind began to drift again and he forgot what he was doing. "Where am I? I think I have to get back home. Where is my home?" And the old man tries to move his character in the game, looking for his way back home only to forget again where he was.

It was just so sad watching him. I kept trying to help him, but he continued to forget.

It was like an unending circle of hopelessness.