Where Embraces Still Exist

On those dreams that feel real… and the possibility of finding each other again while we sleep

This post is also available in Spanish. Read it here

I dreamed of you last night.

It wasn’t an ordinary dream.
It wasn’t blurry, or distant, or confusing.
It was one of those dreams that feel… real.

I felt you close, Matías… I was able to hold you.

And in that embrace there was no absence,
no illness,
no goodbyes.

It was just you and me,
as always—together.

There are dreams that feel like more than dreams.
Dreams where time dissolves,
and the heart recognizes something the mind doesn’t need to explain.

Sometimes I think that when we sleep,
something within us softens,
opens,
and finds paths we cannot see during the day.

As if the soul remembers routes
the body has forgotten.

I don’t know how to explain it.
I don’t know what name to give it.

But I know what I felt.

I felt you close.
I felt you at peace.
I felt you… the way you used to be.

And I hold on to that.

To that quiet certainty—without proof—
that love does not break,
that there are encounters that do not depend on the physical world,
that there are embraces that continue to exist somewhere.

Maybe dreams are not just dreams.
Maybe they are small windows,
borrowed moments,
silent gifts.

Or maybe…
they are simply the purest way the heart finds its way home again.

Whatever they are, thank you for meeting me there. I will always be willing to dream you.

“And thank you, my son, for what you told me… you and I both know what it means.”