I found myself in a big house of multiple stories; I can view endless stairs going upward in the middle of the house like we watch in movies. I saw outside from a window and found everything is covered with pure white snow. I found it scary like snow is constantly falling from sky and marinating a layered mountain even hard to see surrounding area. Suddenly I saw a wild big dog heading me; I am scared of dogs, unintentionally I started running here and there to get rid of it in the strange house of corridors and rooms. Hurrah! I managed to escape successfully. But Its not the end.
Wandering around in corridors I found my dad sitting on a chair in one corridor. Probably it was a bank or like a bank not sure about it. My father was working on an entry ledger book like maintained in traditional banking (like back in 80s). I was helping him in his calculations and not sure what was that. Meanwhile I have observed a big bag full of hard cash in it. I noticed a gun with me; I was not remembered who gave me. During record keeping, we checked page 6800 on that old fashioned entry book. It was blank or vanished whatever my father had written on it. Somehow we started writing again, I told him let me do calculations; I wrote first figure 777777 on the calculator, its messy screen display wasn’t clear to judge what was written. So I took other calculator I don’t know what was wrong with it its screen was too shiny unable to see on it.
Meanwhile some robbers barged in the bank and scared everybody with their fire arms. I never saw such fire arms before in my life its sort of fictional weapons. In that wee moment we decided to run with that big bag full of cash in our hands. I ran followed by my father bags in one hand and safety gun in other hand. My weird safety gun was like a V shape wrinkled pipe filled with cartridge of mini missile. I fired and it was like an explosion, few dead and others still following us. They have palm size brownish stinky gel type transparent crackers in their hands which they hurdled on us. We crossed various corridors, weird plastic doors during our escape. Finally we found ourselves in a calm place; we saw back nobody was following. I woke up just after that don’t have idea what was that dream.
Dreamer: Somnians (A True Dreamer)
Editing : Mian Hamid
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