Bizarre Dreams!
What are Bizarre dreams?
How Bizarre can it be?
You have no idea until you read what happened to me.
The Cursed Day:
It all started when I was 11 years old kid. My life was about to change.
It was a perfect day and I was a happy kid back then. Playful, active and too much talkative. I used to jump around, swim and also climb up the guava tree to break fresh fruit and eat them. Hated studying maths so dad helped me with my homework. Things were perfect in my life. The last thing I did that day was reading my favourite comic pulling my double blanket over my head with a torch inside. So that mom doesn't know I am reading and awake late at night. I fell asleep like that.
The Dream:
The worst night was culminating under my deep sleep. That night I had a dream a little weird but nothing was too wrong in it. In my dream, I was lost and wandering in the streets. I then came by a house which I thought would be a good place to rest. I went inside it and the house looked beautiful but it was abandoned.
The house was like a stadium the windows of the house filled with dust and in the centre of the house was a rusty waterless fountain. I was standing right in the middle staring at the windows. All of a sudden, I felt a rush of chill down my spine when I heard lots of people laughing and crying all at the same time. I could not handle the pain in those cries and disgust in that laughter. I was gasping for air and my body was all sweaty. My hands wanted to reach for a glass of water but it was all black and I wasn't able to see the house or anything at all.
That was my 1st encounter with a weird dream which had no meaning, however, the next night it happened again. The same dream same house same laughter and cry. Night after night the house kept on haunting my peaceful sleep. I wanted to sketch the house and asked my parents if they have seen the house anywhere? But to my surprise, I could not do a thing but the dream continued.
Helpless Attempt:
Somehow, I started being less scared of that house with time. I felt a connection with that house gradually. Those laughter and cries were still painful to handle but somehow the pain was getting eased day by day.
I was about to forget the pain of that dream but it was just the beginning of my suffering it was not the end. One night I saw a lady who looks like my mother is crying sitting right next to me. I was asking her why is she crying? But I hardly could utter a word. My hand doesn't move nor does my feet move. I couldn't lift my hand to wipe her tears.
The Realization:
I was wondering what's wrong with me? Then I remember I did not wake up from my dreams, did I? And then everything got blurry and confusing I felt like going back to sleep again. I was tired and mad at myself for not being able to lift my hand and say a word to the lady probably my mom when she was crying.
Someone pulled the curtain of my room’s window and the sunlight was dancing on my bedsheet. It was a good feeling, warm and nice for a winter morning. I felt like a butterfly ready to flutter. But soon my happiness disappeared when I felt my legs are stuck and my hand are too heavy to be lifted. I am caged in my body. I wanted to run, play, paint and so many things but why is this happening to me? With sheer desperation, I wanted to shake my hand but in vain.
Is that the cursed house I entered in my dream? Is there something wrong with me? Is the house not allowing me to move my body? What really happened? The question started lurking in my brain and things started getting blurry and confusing again. I realized I needed to sleep it off.
Broken:
I was losing hope and my heart was breaking. I was an active kid. I remember swimming in the summers and climbing up the trees but why can't I come out of this dream? Why can’t I wake up? I knew I was waking up but there was something wrong in it. This waking up was not the same as I did in past. Everything was so confusing.
Days were passing with grave feelings of losing my self-inside a weird dream and not remembering if I have ever woken up since that day. But one day something happened. I found myself in that house again but the house looked different. The windows were cleaned and people came back to that house. A lady in a white dress asked me “where do you want to go, sweety? Are you lost? Can I help you reach home?”. Those were like the sweetest word I heard in ages. I shook my head and handed her a paper in which my address was written. She held my hand and started walking.
Awakening:
I felt something was touching my hands for the 1st time in ages. I heard sounds of beep “what are those?” I asked myself. Am I here at my home? It was like I was slowing waking up from a dream of a lifetime. I felt I can move my fingers and my feet in sheer disbelief I opened my eyes and here I see My mom, dad and brother with eager eyes to watch me wake up? I had no idea what was happening. Why were they looking at me like that? I just woke up like I do every day.
There was a nurse in her white dress who helped me to rise slowly in a sitting position. I looked at her and recognized her. I asked her you are the lady I gave you my address to return home. Why did you bring me to this hospital? She did not say a word. She just passed me a smile and handed a bowl of soup and a spoon. A man in white coat probably a doctor said hey there how are you feeling now? All ok? Oh, congratulations you can drink that soup on your own now. My eyes were still following the nurse.
My mom and dad were hugging me smiling but I was still about to figure out how I came to a hospital. Why did the lady in the white dress bring me here at the hospital? Why is the lady dressed like a nurse? The doctor came and took my hand and said, “Hey Annie congratulations you are a miracle child”. You fought and won 6 months-long Coma!
It all started when I was 11 years old kid. My life was about to change.
It was a perfect day and I was a happy kid back then. Playful, active and too much talkative. I used to jump around, swim and also climb up the guava tree to break fresh fruit and eat them. Hated studying maths so dad helped me with my homework. Things were perfect in my life. The last thing I did that day was reading my favourite comic pulling my double blanket over my head with a torch inside. So that mom doesn't know I am reading and awake late at night. I fell asleep like that.
The Dream:
The worst night was culminating under my deep sleep. That night I had a dream a little weird but nothing was too wrong in it. In my dream, I was lost and wandering in the streets. I then came by a house which I thought would be a good place to rest. I went inside it and the house looked beautiful but it was abandoned.
The house was like a stadium the windows of the house filled with dust and in the centre of the house was a rusty waterless fountain. I was standing right in the middle staring at the windows. All of a sudden, I felt a rush of chill down my spine when I heard lots of people laughing and crying all at the same time. I could not handle the pain in those cries and disgust in that laughter. I was gasping for air and my body was all sweaty. My hands wanted to reach for a glass of water but it was all black and I wasn't able to see the house or anything at all.
That was my 1st encounter with a weird dream which had no meaning, however, the next night it happened again. The same dream same house same laughter and cry. Night after night the house kept on haunting my peaceful sleep. I wanted to sketch the house and asked my parents if they have seen the house anywhere? But to my surprise, I could not do a thing but the dream continued.
Helpless Attempt:
Somehow, I started being less scared of that house with time. I felt a connection with that house gradually. Those laughter and cries were still painful to handle but somehow the pain was getting eased day by day.
I was about to forget the pain of that dream but it was just the beginning of my suffering it was not the end. One night I saw a lady who looks like my mother is crying sitting right next to me. I was asking her why is she crying? But I hardly could utter a word. My hand doesn't move nor does my feet move. I couldn't lift my hand to wipe her tears.
The Realization:
I was wondering what's wrong with me? Then I remember I did not wake up from my dreams, did I? And then everything got blurry and confusing I felt like going back to sleep again. I was tired and mad at myself for not being able to lift my hand and say a word to the lady probably my mom when she was crying.
Someone pulled the curtain of my room’s window and the sunlight was dancing on my bedsheet. It was a good feeling, warm and nice for a winter morning. I felt like a butterfly ready to flutter. But soon my happiness disappeared when I felt my legs are stuck and my hand are too heavy to be lifted. I am caged in my body. I wanted to run, play, paint and so many things but why is this happening to me? With sheer desperation, I wanted to shake my hand but in vain.
Is that the cursed house I entered in my dream? Is there something wrong with me? Is the house not allowing me to move my body? What really happened? The question started lurking in my brain and things started getting blurry and confusing again. I realized I needed to sleep it off.
Broken:
I was losing hope and my heart was breaking. I was an active kid. I remember swimming in the summers and climbing up the trees but why can't I come out of this dream? Why can’t I wake up? I knew I was waking up but there was something wrong in it. This waking up was not the same as I did in past. Everything was so confusing.
Days were passing with grave feelings of losing my self-inside a weird dream and not remembering if I have ever woken up since that day. But one day something happened. I found myself in that house again but the house looked different. The windows were cleaned and people came back to that house. A lady in a white dress asked me “where do you want to go, sweety? Are you lost? Can I help you reach home?”. Those were like the sweetest word I heard in ages. I shook my head and handed her a paper in which my address was written. She held my hand and started walking.
Awakening:
I felt something was touching my hands for the 1st time in ages. I heard sounds of beep “what are those?” I asked myself. Am I here at my home? It was like I was slowing waking up from a dream of a lifetime. I felt I can move my fingers and my feet in sheer disbelief I opened my eyes and here I see My mom, dad and brother with eager eyes to watch me wake up? I had no idea what was happening. Why were they looking at me like that? I just woke up like I do every day.
There was a nurse in her white dress who helped me to rise slowly in a sitting position. I looked at her and recognized her. I asked her you are the lady I gave you my address to return home. Why did you bring me to this hospital? She did not say a word. She just passed me a smile and handed a bowl of soup and a spoon. A man in white coat probably a doctor said hey there how are you feeling now? All ok? Oh, congratulations you can drink that soup on your own now. My eyes were still following the nurse.
My mom and dad were hugging me smiling but I was still about to figure out how I came to a hospital. Why did the lady in the white dress bring me here at the hospital? Why is the lady dressed like a nurse? The doctor came and took my hand and said, “Hey Annie congratulations you are a miracle child”. You fought and won 6 months-long Coma!
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