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A very vivid / emotional dream it was. but since i just woke up, i will try to write it all down as i recall it.

Basically my parents told me that the time was right to let me know i was adopted. ( which makes no sense, but anyway ) I felt my heart break, but i remember i told them right away that whatever happens they are my parents and i love them. Somehow there was a big flash forward and i found myself at the border of Indonesia near a temple complex (which kinda look like Angkor wat - Cambodia). I was in a little wooden hut that was build near or on a river. And from what i could tell it was a little settlement build around a very old temple complex.

There i met my mom, who looked more Indonesian than you can imagine (which me being blond and with blue grey eyes, is already weird). She was wearing a brown and light brown
Batik dress and shirt. Anyway she was crying her eyes out and explained me what happened, while deep inside i couldn't understand that i could be her son, cause it simply didn't made sense. Then i asked her who the hell my dad was, and she pointed near a river. Up comes this European /Dutch looking guy, bald and with big bright blue eyes, who claimed he was my dad.

Once again i didn't look like him at all, but somehow something felt more right. So we walked into the courtyard of that old and ancient temple complex where the local people where all gathered for there daily prayer, gathering food and burning incense?. I remember i looked at the buildings and i think i told him how it reminded me of my trip to Cambodia and how much i loved the vibe in that temple complex

Anyway he told me that they where to poor to take care of me when i was younger. I asked him if he was the father of my brother too, and he told me, no that was (enter Dutch old fashion name here) but he sadly passed away. Then we went back towards the wooden hut and stood there for a while and i remember smelling incense overlooking the river.

So he told me he knew my dad from the neighbourhood before moving to Indonesia. And that they made an agreement that my brother and i would be adopted by them to have a better future. I remember that basically during this whole experience i was pretty emotional in the dream and cried my eyes out. So here comes a big nice flash forward again and i found myself in my parents house in the living room gathered with all my friends & Family.

At this point i was still crying my eyes out and my mom and dad where talking to me and i could feel how much love there was from them for me. Somehow they didn't tell my brother the whole story, but when my brother asked me what was wrong, he told me that he was aware that mom and dad received extra money in the past from an unknown person, but he didn't know why. Somehow i didn't feel like it was up to me to tell my brother he was adopted and my parents didn't either because the house was filled with family and friends.

All i remember that one friend of mine (who is half Indonesian) didn't show compassion but totally made fun of me crying. And i remember i told him that he had no idea what was going on and that he would regret his actions if he found out what was going on. I think i almost cried a river at this point in my dream.
And then as in any vivid dream, It stopped and i was wide awake in my bed.

Funny that as soon as you wake up, in those split seconds you are searching for evidence or proof that indeed it was a dream and no i am not adopted at all.

Nice start of the monday right?

ps. Yay spainnnnnnnnnn!!