See I am addicted to blogging. A thought comes in mind and I just rush on this global platform. Blogging is a beautiful world by which you don’t let your single thought go dustbin without making it public.
Today I am writing because Yesterday night I went through a dream. People say all dream comes with a meaning. For me it is really puzzling and so thought share with you.
I entered in a hotel which looked like a 3 star. Room No. 10. It was already late evening. My shoulders were gone down and don’t know why? Feeling tired. I settled down my luggage and lay down on bed calling it a day waiting for a peaceful morning.
Not remembering the time perhaps 4-5 hours letter door bell rang. I was in no position to attend it and I didn’t move at all. It rang again and this time more concerned. Anger went pass my mind (even in a dream we human cannot leave our character). I slowly woke up, combed my hair and opened the door. Can you guess who was there? A one or two year old baby. (never tried to recognise a baby boy or girl) Even at that time she was well dressed and on top of that I can see a necklace with green colour marbles like that of saints. I could sense the mystery and to add more spice in that she gave me a rose. Before I pick it up properly she ran away to room number 14 adjacent horizontally to three rooms away from mine. Doors closed and I could not remember further.
Next moment I was again lying in a hotel bed with all my sense sleeping. This time I was sure bell will rang again. An intuition you can call it. Even dreams have their own destiny and sharp at that time bell rang. I waited half awaken to know that baby’s craze. It rang again. I rushed to door and with my sixth sense coming true baby gave me a second rose. This time I was ready and ran behind to find out what is this all about? Baby reached first and tried to close the door with all power. I had no half measures and open it to see beyond my fantasy. That room looked like a Muslim. Clues were getting together. That baby was a Muslim girl and I can make a mark why she was wearing a green marble necklace.
I turned back to see where that baby had gone. I rushed to main door again and I was sure baby had disappeared in air. Next moment some alarm was ringing and teasing my already tired mind.
6 o’clock in the morning and it was a wake up alarm. I snoozed alarm for few more minutes and could not leave bed for next hour.
On a Monday morning a dream like this obviously make you wish for one more Sunday. Dreams and age perhaps are having perfect negative co-relation. Being a child you may see dreams of kings and being a mature man you may see dreams of two year old babies. It makes you wonder which is more freaky and astonishing – fact or fantasy.
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