Dream
It was early afternoon but surprisingly it was unusually dark. The corridor
was totally deserted; I was the only one walking through it. No one else
was there.
Out of nowhere a group of weird looking men appeared. They were holding
multi-colourd cords in their hands. Suddenly they began to tie
the cords around their necks. I felt unnerved and stood rooted to the ground. I
wanted to turn back but could not. Another group of men
approached from other end of the corridor. Soon there was nothing
but anarchy and chaos. People were shouting and screaming, their faces twisted
and contorted in anger.
‘Why are you all doing this?’ I tried to say but could
not.
‘I must be dreaming.’
I saw a mendicant in a black robe. He gently took hold of my hand, ‘Dreams
are nothing but the experiences that you have not lived through. Don’t
try to find any explanations. If you would just ….’
I screamed, I could not bear the strain anymore.
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A post for Sunday Whirligig 99
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