Nightmares and stuff. You’re never too old.

I had a dream yesterday. Actually I had more than one dream yesterday and one of them, for the first time in quite a while, frightened me out of bed. Literally frightened me out of bed.

I was having lunch at my cousins’ place. It’s this small old-style house just by the side of the main road.

Anyway we were having lunch , talking about the usual things cousins talk about, when all of sudden I get a call on my mobile.

And it’s funny cause the contact name is shown on the screen. I don’t remember exactly the name but I do remember it started with D and it was a girl’s name.

In the dream I had not idea who this was but her contact number and name was on my phone so I answered.

The girl then proceeded to talk to me with a large deal of familiarity but I was still perplexed as to who this was. So I asked her who she was.

She then replied that she was an old friend of mine.

But this time I had maneuvered out of the TV area where we’d been having lunch and gone out to the garden out of courtesy and more than a little sense of secrecy.

And right at the moment she said ‘old friend’ I just happened to glance out of the gate (which were transparent).

And I saw this really creepy guy dressed in dirty and gritty brown and black. He was on the other side of the road and was talking into a mobile too. And right at the moment he saw me, he raised his arm and pointed at me, looking me dead straight in my eyes.

And then I got one of those bone-chilling shivers that just slide down one’s spine and I remember immediately hanging up my phone because for some reason, it entered my brain that this person who called me and the person who’d pointed at me were ‘after me’

And then the dream ended.

I realize that it’s not that scary now that I think about it but this is the first dream that I remember entirely in about three or four years. I’ve had kind of scary dreams before but I’ve never remembered them.

And I remember this one.

Sometimes I hate my brain.


1. My brain loves torturing itself. It ranks right up there as it’s favorite pastime.

2. Waking up immediately after a dream and then checking the time does not help in any way with you going back to sleep. Even if it isn’t 12.00 midnight.



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