I met Hana in my dream last night. We were on an island, waiting for a boat to go home. She was talking to me while I arranged her bag. I put two chocolate drink boxes in her bag so she could drink them while on the boat.

I said to her, “Hana balik dulu. Nanti kita jumpa lagi.”

She was sitting, staring at the sea while I took out and put back the chocolate drinks as I arranged her backpack.

“Rehatlah,” she added, but that word wasn’t meant for me; it was her dad saying that to her mom. Then she paused before continuing,

“Sayang warna hijau.”

I imagined the colour, like a football field – soft and soothing to the eyes. Then she added,

“Kalau tak sayang lagi, tak tahulah.”

At that time, I felt confused and didn’t know whom she was referring to. But when I replayed her words, ohh… she was talking about her dad’s reaction to her mom’s behaviour. That’s what I understood in the dream.

Her backpack was ready. She sat within my embrace. We were both silent. Hana seemed to be thinking about something, but I wasn’t sure what it was.

The boat arrived. Hana gave me a hug. I hugged her back.

Then I woke up.

She was a happy girl, but when I met her, she looked a bit sad. She seemed mature beyond her age.

Bora Bora, French Polynesia

12 July 2025