Sometimes, dreams seem real, and you can't tell whether it was a vision, or your mind on an imagination spree. Today, I got to see the most gruesome dream. A dream which left me thinking, even after gaining consciousness, as I woke up on a beautiful morning. Could it be an omen?
It commenced in my home, where my brother was reciting the Quran with our Moulvi Sahib, while I gazed out the window in our drawing room. I could see the street, where a strange man stood, preaching a couple of neighbours and college friends. They were not standing still, but slightly swaying from side to side. Suddenly, one of the neighbors feast his eyes upon me and gave me the nastiest smirk. I was frightened....
The preacher noticed me staring at his clan. He suddenly teleported into my home, grasped my arm, and took me to hell. There, he altered his visage from a human… to a devil. In hell, there was a fortress, made of black-coloured bricks, covered with slime. The sky was red, and there was a stench of decomposed bodies in the atmosphere, and I could see people entering the hideous fortress.
I reminisce the most gruesome incident, where Satan took me in front of a dome. It was made of metal, and covered in grease. He told me that I was about to watch my best friend, Louise, experience the cruelest punishment. Louise stood inside the dome with 2 more people, completely unaware of what was about to happen. There was an aerial attack of enormous spears from the sky, aimed at the dome. They were made of thick wood, and the blades were extremely sharp. About fifty of them were thrown at a time, till the entire dome resembled a wooden block. Nobody was visible inside the dome, anymore. I was taken in front of it and Satan showed me the remains of Louise, which were only tiny portions of flesh clenched onto the spears. I freaked out, and ran in search of an escape route. However, Satan responded saying, "Run as much as you like...you can never leave this place."
Outside the castle, was an extensive pathway made of granite. An assembly of scrawny people, attired in loose worn out shirts and hats, were marching ahead. There were enormous, blood-red trees on each side of the trail, with thorns protruding out of their barks. Severed limbs were lodged in thorns, and as the people walked further on, they tripped over the thorns, until there was a pool of blood covering the entire pathway. Abruptly, these people were shot at, with bullets the size of pebbles. I observed these bullets infiltrate through their skins, but they kept tumbling ahead till they got knocked out, onto the ground. There was chaos everywhere, and I could see my husband fighting his way towards freedom; however, the final shot of the bullet pierced through his shoulder, and he dropped dead, with his face in the river of blood. I could not take it anymore, and had to elude, somehow! Magically… I reached home.
At my residence, Mum, Dad and my brother were conversing in the lounge. I approached them, with a dejected look on my face, and announced the demise of my beloved husband. Hearing me recall the gruesome incident, made my brother quite infuriated. He literally dashed for the door to take revenge from that vile Satan, but I persuaded him not to go.
The preacher noticed me staring at his clan. He suddenly teleported into my home, grasped my arm, and took me to hell. There, he altered his visage from a human… to a devil. In hell, there was a fortress, made of black-coloured bricks, covered with slime. The sky was red, and there was a stench of decomposed bodies in the atmosphere, and I could see people entering the hideous fortress.
I reminisce the most gruesome incident, where Satan took me in front of a dome. It was made of metal, and covered in grease. He told me that I was about to watch my best friend, Louise, experience the cruelest punishment. Louise stood inside the dome with 2 more people, completely unaware of what was about to happen. There was an aerial attack of enormous spears from the sky, aimed at the dome. They were made of thick wood, and the blades were extremely sharp. About fifty of them were thrown at a time, till the entire dome resembled a wooden block. Nobody was visible inside the dome, anymore. I was taken in front of it and Satan showed me the remains of Louise, which were only tiny portions of flesh clenched onto the spears. I freaked out, and ran in search of an escape route. However, Satan responded saying, "Run as much as you like...you can never leave this place."
Outside the castle, was an extensive pathway made of granite. An assembly of scrawny people, attired in loose worn out shirts and hats, were marching ahead. There were enormous, blood-red trees on each side of the trail, with thorns protruding out of their barks. Severed limbs were lodged in thorns, and as the people walked further on, they tripped over the thorns, until there was a pool of blood covering the entire pathway. Abruptly, these people were shot at, with bullets the size of pebbles. I observed these bullets infiltrate through their skins, but they kept tumbling ahead till they got knocked out, onto the ground. There was chaos everywhere, and I could see my husband fighting his way towards freedom; however, the final shot of the bullet pierced through his shoulder, and he dropped dead, with his face in the river of blood. I could not take it anymore, and had to elude, somehow! Magically… I reached home.
At my residence, Mum, Dad and my brother were conversing in the lounge. I approached them, with a dejected look on my face, and announced the demise of my beloved husband. Hearing me recall the gruesome incident, made my brother quite infuriated. He literally dashed for the door to take revenge from that vile Satan, but I persuaded him not to go.
All of a sudden, I woke up with tears trickling down my cheeks till I saw my husband dozed off beside me. What a relief it was just a dream! The mind can play tricks on you, I must say.
What if, this world is entirely your imagination and everyone in it is imagining everything the exact same way as you? Try to stop thinking for one second, and then notice a change...you won't. But if you do, then it's all a part of your creativity.
What if, this world is entirely your imagination and everyone in it is imagining everything the exact same way as you? Try to stop thinking for one second, and then notice a change...you won't. But if you do, then it's all a part of your creativity.
(The names of the characters experiencing punishments have been kept hidden and are fictional due to privacy. In addition, if you were thinking that I have a husband...I'm not married!)
