The Dreams

It was again a dreamy night. The first thing I do, add all my dreams to the archive. Since childhood, I had a lot of dreams which perhaps nothing to do with my actual life, I had never been to places, in my life that I visited in my dreams. I think I try to find in the darkness which is impossible to dig out in the daylight. There is a possibility that all the great ideas, theories or discoveries, might be searched out at night. The day is for the world seen and night to explore the unseen. 

 There is light at the window and I am still busy collecting all that I had this night, some wonderful ones. A sparrow is making ‘notes’ at the window pan. It might be strange to itself and confronting its own self and strange experience, even beyond imagination. 

“What happened when I was looking at the water”, I dried my face, “falling from the height, making splash and creating whirls and silently starts its journey towards___ and it looked as if, it were dancing and celebrating the life it had. Then a fish came out, jumped and dived again. There is strong bond between them one keeps its life and one keeps it full of life. Dependence and independence merged together like gushing streams falling into the wide sphere which ends nowhere. I was still swimming with the cool slippery fins when all started trembling and that bridge was disjointed and I was in that lake or perhaps it was a river or sea, all realities were blurred. The cool clear water turned into hot muddy stinking, stagnant hell. I was crying for help, drowning and drowning and even mud was not resisting and no straw was to catch on. The scene was changed that lush green trees turned into barren red burnt clay and the pool turned into a boiling tub. I was being tossed as if I were nothing but a helpless Cockroach. I could not speak even and I thought it to be the last day of my existence. My skin was being pealed and every bone was leaving apart like leaves of an autumn ridden tree in a heavy storm and thunder. It was happening so fast that even pain was not felt and senses lost their sensation.” I shrugged and zipped off my pants and combed my hair, “it was a hell”, and called my friend to pick me to the place where I was going for first time. I came to the balcony to wait for him, it was a beautiful morning and there were flowers and indoor plants inside of the fence  out there in the lawn. I rested my hands on the iron grill and started looking at the plants in the lawn. They were all silent and bowed, some with flowers were erected but most of them could not keep their heads stand. Sunlight still not touched them. It was filtering through the branches of the shrubs to the little part of the bed. Standing and looking at them I felt myself to be a Caesar, addressing to the army who was all still and ready to die for my every word. There were all kind of soldier armed and tamed to follow with their heads down. The sounds of chirping of birds and passing of any vehicle now turned into the bugles and drums. A smile came to my face and I looked around to see the grandeur of ‘my empire’ and smiled again on my foolishness. The dream was still haunting me and that momentary gleam dissolved like nothing. I came back to my room. The Clock struck eight and there was still half an hour to go. “I got up too early”, I thought and went to the kitchen. There were some left pieces of breads being driven by the small ants, “the kitchen was to be dusted since last night”

Still waiting went to my room, the air was still oppressing, they were hanging and lying on the bed. I couldn’t stay there long. “Bodies were hanging but no flesh was in them. Their heads were gone. Lying lifeless, lying dread and I was looking for the blood which perhaps was drunk cleanly. There were all parts; feet and hands, sleeveless bodies too. All were lying here and there, every where in the room. The foul smell made my mind cracking. The walls were not the same. Their colour was changed, not matching the furniture and the curtains…. It was the blood neatly painted but where the meat was.…but even the curtains were not the same.. here is the flesh; perfectly siliced and hanged in front of windows. There all were human bodies or something else? I don’t know I shrieked”. The horror made me run out of the room. The bell rang but I could not go to open the door and welcome my friend. “Is he the man who did all that?  He will split me into skin and shed my head. I should run…….but where can I hide. It’s ringing, the siren the bugle, the alarm”. I could also be a man with stuffed skin and a fine head. At last, he entered, my friend entered and I was watching him in frenzy. He shook my shoulder and I came back with a sigh of relief. I felt him on his face and body. “Thank God you are fine”. He was surprised over my reaction. “Let us go, it’s already late. I have been ringing for ten minutes”… “Bathroom….. I was in Bath room” I controlled my breath. “Where are the maid and guard?” the question again made me tremble. “So, it were them. Oh my God… I was crying and my eyes were running and tears made my shirt wet. I was smashing my hands against the walls… they were bleeding.. I killed them… I de-fleshed them and suck their blood. They were weeping and appealing but my knife was cutting them furiously. They did not die even their heads were cut, their tongues were cut, their hands were cut, their feet were cut and their flesh was pressed. My eyes are bleeding. I am overflowing. I sucked more than capacity. I will be caught. He will feel the coldness and thirst of my eyes… I am coming…” I went to bathroom and washed my hands and cleared the stains and let the water ran through my eyes to clear the blood. “Now it seems ok”. “Anything wrong?”. “No, not at all…lets go. Its already really late.. You stay here and let me collect car’s keys..” “Ok, I go with you” “no no no stay here…’m coming”

Now the car was on the main road and we were to go, fifty miles; almost thirty minute’s drive. I gained my sensation back. We were chatting, laughing and listening the fast moving air and passing. “My love and my voice, you go and find. The sky, not too high. Let’s dance and walk. Let’s love and cry. You see I love. Take me in your arms and let me feel your breath. Come on…. find me my love”. Perhaps, it was the most joyous moments since morning. I was drinking and driving. My hairs were fluttering and shining as the roof was off. The road was plain and empty. “The road, black road…like a tunnel swallowing us.” I shrugged and shrugged and stopped the car. “What happened?”. “Nothing, You drive”. Seats were exchanged but the force remained. I diverted my attention and started looking to the green belt and the white markers. “The snakes longest I have ever seen.” Then came the foul, which I hoped to leave in the room, again. So many heads came out in the center and we were riding beside. “They are alive and have no eyes and their ears were bleeding and have no lips. They are increasing in a row”. I turned my head to right. Greenery was no more there. It was all red. The trees were loaded with heads; laughing and intriguing. “They were rising high but still the heads. And blood making the road slippery. “They may not be crushed……stop, stop, stop……….i said stop” but the car was moving faster than air.. “What happened to your head, I shouted”. No response. His head was of and empty man was there. He was driving on the row of skulls and crushing. There was sound of cracking and smell of sulphide. I tried to get the control of the car but he was still resisting. His hands were glued to the steering. There was noise of alarms, bugles, laughter and cries. I used all my powers and it worked this time and the car turned to the left. “Oh it is wall of the river bridge”. The car was flying and I dived out and my friend was crying and looking at me in amazement. I was drowning in the boiling water of the river. Crying for help, but I couldn’t see anything. The eyesight was gone and all the noise and sounds were also stopped. Perhaps my ears were lost too. The skin was getting separate. It was hell. The end. Of my existence. A burning scorching hell.