Dreams

I am running so free and so fast that I start to float and then fly. It is eerie as nobody can actually lift themselves high in the air and zoom like a bird, but I did. And there I am, with no wings, able to glide up and down in the sky with no effort. It is fleeting! It is pure magic!



While laying in bed, a figure sits at the side and the weight is felt with its sudden movement. It is startling because it is my grandfather who passed away many, many years ago. I look at his face and he starts sobbing saying, "It is so lonely! It is so lonely." Tears swell in my eyes as well.



Out of breathe, a group of bad people are running after me. The trees protect me as I camouflage myself, giving me some time to rest. Then the sounds of heavy footsteps and crunching leaves and twigs are getting nearer so I run again, to escape. My heart is pounding and as I look back to see whether I am being followed, I keep on running, faster than ever.



And when I am in slumber, a voice is heard calling me to wake up. It is an unfamiliar sound. I know that I am being awaken at past midnight so I dare not open my eyes. The voice is coming from the window right above my bed and the mere fact that I know no one is around made me shiver in fear. I close my eyes tightly and tries hard to ignore the call.



These are some of my dreams. Not once but many times in intervals. I might be stressed out or had certain fears and apprehensions. I find it consoling that I can remember my dreams when I wake up. I also find it disturbing that most of them are enveloped with darkness.

When I dreamt of flying I connect it with the will to be free, to escape. When I see my grandparents in my dreams, it reminds me of my affinity with them. When I dreamt of running away, the everyday dealings with troubles and stresses wear me out thus the fatigue even at sleep. And the voice summoning me to wake up is a call. It might be a message wanting to be shared or a premonition of something bad is to happen. 

Whatever I dream of and whatever interpretations I give to them, it is not upon me to guide my life. My dreams are remnants of my thoughts. To validate my interpretations mean that I believe in other things rather than fate. I pray all the time, before going to bed and when I wake up. It just became a habit to recall my dreams once I open my eyes.