The bed tea is on the table with newspaper over my quilt. I am fully traped and packed in quilt. Its 9:30 A.M, I am still lying on the bed, tea turned up in iced tea, because of the sheer cold winds. I am out of the sleep, but not out of the dream. I got the severe irritation while sleeping because of my dream, and after that I am lying on my bed in the same position from past 4 hours and not in any mood to read the newspaper and not even in mood to take my bedtea. Thinking, pondering again and again for that silly thing, and time machine is running like the torment, causing problems and only problems.
Its now 11:30, everything is at the same stage as it was 2 hour before. Quilt, tea, newspaper and me everything was static in the room and the only dynamic thing was the minute and hour hand of the time machine, running alone in a marathon from past thousands of years in the same manner, even though not finished the race yet. My eyes were wide open and inside quilt everything was dark and black. The dream was a misconduct of all pathetic emotions out of soul, a true jeopardy for the life and the emotions were all conquered by the frightedness.
The silence of the room was all distubed by the stupid fone and it created lot of hullabaloo in the silent arena after the dream. I didnt dared to pick the fone and finally got some courage to pick it up, after 4 consecutive rings.
” Hello ! ” I said in a very cynical tone.
” Get ready and come soon. ” A voice, somewhat known.
” Who the hell is this and why you want me to come and where ?” and I switched off the fone back.
And this is the story of today morning and I decided to yell that dreams are just dreams and they don’t have anything to do with the real life. The worse dreams are not true.
With few yawns yesterday night, I slept arround 2 AM and soonly or lately I recognised myself as the member of National Geographic Channel, and working in Egypt on some project. With my team mates as my freinds, one of my good freind ”ABCD” was even working in the project and I decided to tell her on this Valentine’s day, how much I love her, and I was about to say something, but she killed me and I am all covered with blood and on verge of death, with some final breathes.
She came near me and said, ” I killed you, because you killed me few years back, in the very same manner, that is by hitting a hammer on head. Dont get confused, I am not talking of this life. You killed me like this in past life, when you was king and I was a common poor girl of the town. You was in love with me and saw me with your soldier, and did’nt accepted ours love and assissinated us. “
The very last words of me were,” Well, I was not in love with you, I am still in love with you and this is the time I am leaving the world and wish you all luck for the future and I guess that soldier is yours current boy freind. But, I will come back soon and I believe in REINCARNATION and my love for you is not for a day or two. If not possible in this life, then no problem for me I will be back.”
The dream was drastic and the impact put me in solitary confinement. I am speechless from morning and the call I recived was of a very known but still I can’t properly recognise the name of the caller. Might be he was that soldier. Whoever he was, but the dreams in mornings are somewhat real and they usually happen to you in life.
Posted by wanda amen on February 17, 2008 at 12:47 am
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