WEIRDLY, A DREAM

A dream came, knocked on the door, came in without permission, locked the door, and crawled to my bed while I was numb, staring at my soul, forcing myself to wake up in a vain attempt.

It has been a long time since I had my last dream. I guess all of my peaceful sleep was attributed to my wrenchingly tiring days.

Lately, my family has been trapped in a nontemporal cage in which all the members have been unfailingly emotionally exhausted. I imagined all of us rested and laid back in a locomotive with the lingering odor of a cafe machine. The constant and repetitive sound of engines has shaken our feeling of desperately and nervously hovering, waiting for an unknown answer. 

Here it comes, a tunnel fuels my restrained haunting nightmare with its seemingly infinitive darkness. It seems like no end and the weird fear of being confined strangles me gently and tightly. My heart is bouncing and all the sounds, even the tick-tock of the clock, are exaggerated when a hand reaches and grapples my shaking and cold wrist in a way that my tears ricochet. They - unknown creatures covered in a speck of gray dust with a steaming halo throw me out of the locomotive, ignoring my impotently soundless scream. 

There it goes, "Should I run or stand still?" echoed in my mind. Someone is watching, hauntingly following my steps. My breathing has never been so loud, freaking me out. 

The alarm went off, and a sigh of relief came. 

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