The dream i saw

THE DREAM I SAW


By SUDEEP M




Everyone would be amazed and surprised by some of the dreams they see. Occasionally, I too was nonplussed by the dream I saw. I have an ability to recollect every scene from the dream when I wake up, a strange ability I possessed .it was disturbing for me when I saw the same dream for the seventh time in seven days. I kept thinking about it, the truth if any behind it. And then I brought up a story from the dream. I started writing it in some pieces of paper. And it started…………
I know the world for him is the backyards and indoors of the house. He did not know why he had a pair of legs for someone would always gather him on their back. Everyone smiles at him and shows various blunders to get a good reply from him. But, I dare to laugh at him. I look at him with a fierce face. Do not believe I am insane. He is just a small boy, and if watch all the smile faces, he would think the world is so, world is with everything good. But, it is not at all like that. He should recognize the evils in the world too.
I gave yet another discomforting looks at him, when he had just returned with a smiling face after long ear breaking screams. When he watched me, he got scared, and started screaming. How happy I felt then was hard to describe. One of the older relatives of mine had nothing to do but to give me, a seventeen-year-old boy, a slap and then stated showing the usual blunders to the baby. I felt ashamed, but forced a comforting smile.
All of them, my relatives and members of my family, knew very well about me. They think that my behavior is bad, but did not have an opportunity to prove that, as I was always I. I would do any work given to me with ease and perfection. Not long, someone over there shouted at me, “Splin! Take this and buy some eggs” and gave me a ten rupee note.
I grabbed it and hurried outside. Some of them started their usual conversation about me. But, I was out. I reached the street and started crossing the road. A truck, moving with high speed, hit me and I flew in the air and fell down meters away. I could hear the shouting of people and horns of automobiles. I clutched the note hard in my hand, trying to eat the immense pain and slowly, the noise was fading away, and very slowly I closed my eyes.
I got the feelings as someone patting my chest. I can feel no more of the bad pains, felt as awakening from a siesta. What was happening? I opened my eyes. I found a thin man sitting beside me, a fat lady with curly hair towards my left, and a man with a long black beard and so many others. They did not have any tensed look as many others, and looked, as there was no accident at all. I got up from the road and found, to my surprise, nothing wrong with me. The sultry road was almost crowded with people around him. No blood flowing from anywhere or no bleeding, no wounds. Was that a dream? And I just collapsed on the road for some unknown reason?
I broke the silence myself by saying, “Oh! How can
I believe it? I am alive!” Some people giggled to my comment and some looked at me seriously. Some others walked away .The thin man with black pants; coats and a hat could not help clapping my shoulders. And said in a depressed voice, “ You are Dead! “
I did not believe him. I stared at him and asked, “What are you talking about? Are you insane?” He did not mark my words at all and repeated with same voice,” You are dead!” I walked away from him, still clutching the ten rupee. Note and hurried to the shop. There was no shopkeeper there. I waited outside the shop for a few minutes. What I saw then made be shocked. The jar with sweets opened itself and a candy came floating outside it and the jar closed itself. The candy disappeared and a 50 paise coin appeared and then disappeared. I backed up, slipped! Fell down! The 10-rupee note flew away from my hands to the floor. I tried to gather it again. But failed to do it. I could not take it. Why? Lots of similar questions rose with no answers. Was I really dead and is a ghost?

I got up and stared at the roads, still, lots of vehicle roaming through them, but, its now I recognized, they had no drivers! Driver-free vehicles! A horse cart moved away with no horse but only the cart. I stood there puzzled at the strangest of the sights everywhere. Have I reached some where in the Harry Potter world? Just then some one clapped my shoulders, it was he, the thin man with a cap. He told me again, “You are Dead!” That time I did not do anything but stood motionless. He continued with that same voice,” you are a Ghost”. I did not feel surprised, as I too had thought alike. “I too, am a ghost!” he told.

It started raining I did not feel wet as the rain passed me. I saw a lot of umbrellas unfolding everywhere in the street.
We could not see them they are the living people. “They too could not see us”, he told to my vivid face. I looked at the umbrellas and the driver free vehicles. Do not feel afraid, he told. I was not actually afraid, but was surprised. It took me quite a while to realize what was happening. I watched him close for the first time and saw a cross on his forehead.
“What is this?” I asked him pointing at the cross on his forehead.
“Oh! That’s the length of my life as a ghost,” he answered.
“And how come you know the life gazing at it?” I asked another question.
“Can’t you see quarter of it coloured white? That shows my life. The white colour keeps increasing with days,” he answered it with certainty.
“You told I too am ghost,” I started. He smiled as I continued, “ and have I got a similar thing on my forehead?”
“Oh! Yes! Sure.”

I raised my hands and touched the foreheads to feel it.
“That would not do. Come on,” he said and led me to a car with sun-glassed covers, and showed me my cross. I did not see any white colour painted over it, just the red outline. And then I asked him some different question, which I should have asked ages back.
“What is your name?” I asked.
“Blud Kitten. And yours is Splin Mann, I think.”
“Yes! How could you know that?”
He forced his cap on his head and continued, “I know you and your father. We were friends.”
“Anyway how did you die?” I spat another question. Questions are reasonable for a stranger to have when he is in a wonderland.
“In a way similar to yours. A car accident.”
“And one final question, sir, what would happen after the cross gets pure white?” I enquired.
“Oh! No! I certainly would not die again. I would take another birth. Just before that happens, I would loose all my memory and shrink to a very small soul.”
“Strange! That is really strange. However how come there is a life after death? Strange!” I paused for a moment and continued, “I had not believed in it.”
“Come on I would show you that.” He told and led me to a lady or perhaps a girl by look. She had already been crowded with lots of other ghosts. I noticed her cross completely filled in white. Moments later she exploded giving out reddish brown smoke and her body scattered. Then all of the scattered parts started into a small soul. Then in a second, she disappeared. Everybody clapped. I too clapped.
Blud turned towards me and said,” That is it, I will be of in a weeks time.”
“At what rate does that work?” I excused.
“I mean the colouration of the cross.” I completed.
“ It depends, what I think, on ones behaviour before his/her death.” He said.
I thought for a moment. I was not good to anyone, but at times was good too. Let me wait and see.
Just then we heard a noise. We turned back to see two collided cars. Some driver free police cars reached. Everything started to go right. And a man was seen inside one of the cars. He came outside, surprised. Lots of ghosts have crowded around him, and one of them with a bald head moved forward and said,” welcome to the ghosts earth. You are dead!” the man stared at him in anger,” what hell are you talking about? I….”
We walked away from there into a deserted street. He talked to me about the close relationship between him and my father, how close they were, and lots of other things.
A day passed. I slept in my house itself. I got up and hurried to the street to meet Blud. I found him standing near the traffic signal lights.
“Good morning, Mr. Blud.” I wished him.
“Yes a fine morning to you too.” He too wished, and jumped with sudden surprise looking at me.
“Hey! Half is gone!” he shouted with astonishment.
“The what is gone?” I asked him suspicious rather than delighted.
“Half of your cross has been discoloured. You must have been very nice in your past. No doubt. You could leave this place the very next day.” He completed still not losing his temper.
“ Wow! That is great,” I exclaimed feeling proud of myself.
And we passed yet another day with same talks and discussions. In the next morning, I was crowded with a lot of ghosts. Blud came near me, and hugged me, tears flowing onto the floor. And reminded, “Keep it up. You are the fastest in this place. Good bye.” He waved his hands.
And he kept talking something else. I did not understand them. I felt my memory was being sucked out, brain being socked out. Last thing I saw was the face of Blud. And I felt as if I could not think anything at all. And then exploded.

And hence, the story ended. I could not rate the story or the dream highest as both stood on the same throne. The hardest feelings in me faded up as I completed writing it. I felt my mind much lighter. I gathered all those papers and slipped it into a file. I looked up at the clock. It is 1.00 am. I moved onto my bed to get some sleep.
When I got up in the morning, I found that I have seen a new dream. It was much simpler than the last one but it was connected to the last one and was also dreadful compared to the last one. I thought for a while why I was seeing such false dreams. The dream was, “ An angel told she was God’s messenger and that I had found out some secrets about what come after death. She told that I was Splin Mann in my last life and I had got some strange memory. She, concluded, addressing that I would die at 8.00 am this morning and it was done as a measure to repair my memory. And finished by ensuring that I would be gifted with a wonderful life in my next life.”
A simple dream! Should I write this too with the story? I canceled the plan for no reason other than I was already late for my class. It is 7.00 am and I am having some special class today. I completed all my primary needs.
7.45 a.m. , still no signs of my death! I walked into the bus stop with school bag on my back. I looked up at the sky. No angels in the sky. I do not know why I expected them. The bus came.
7.59 am. I entered the bus relaxed, still no signs of my death. But seconds later it came. Bang! Another accident. The bus exploded with a bomb. I relaxed well than ever, with some initial pains.
And minutes later, I got up and found the world I wrote about. Someone over there told me, “You are dead!” I smiled back telling, “I already know it and knew it.”

THE END ******************


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