Certain stories are difficult to start. Even though you intend to relay it word-by-word, some stories are difficult to express unless you are a writer of high caliber. Please be assured, I’m not one of those and shall do my levels best to put this simply, minus the confusion!
Before I even as much as begin with the story, I just want to ask all the readers if they’ve ever had a repetitive dream or nightmare… I’m a person who believes that dreams have a meaning… if anyone else also believes in the same, care to interpret this one for me?
Allow me to provide you with a brief synopsis of what happened sometime before I slept off as I think its related to the nightmare I had last night…
As most of you know, my cousin is currently in town from Doha. We spend shit-loads of time together… however, this story is to do with my nightmare, therefore won’t get into that.
We had to meet up a common friend of ours at Starbucks (SB) in Al Ghurair. He picked us up in a White Toyota Prado (you’ll know the relevance of the mention soon enough), did the yelling, finished the longtime-no-see conversation and got busy actually catching-up…
We drove around the city for awhile and, thanks to my coffee craving, finally ended up with a SB Choc Frapp at Uptown Mirdiff. We had the usual lovely long chats (one can only imagine how much 2 women have to talk about, pity the poor guy), there was a soothing calming wind passing by, and the best part of all, there were airplanes flying overhead at 2 minute intervals. As much as it bugs others, since childhood, I’ve always been fascinated by planes!
Finally, after hours n hours of chit-chatting, we realized we were the only souls still occupying a table and SB was closing up for the night (thankfully we left before SB kicked us out :p)
That’s when our hunt began… unfortunately, we were so busy yapping all the time, that all of us failed to even notice where we had parked the car! We roamed around in the basement for approximately 15-20 mins before finally spotting it!
Now, coming back to my nightmare… that same night, we reached home at around 3:45 am. By the time I slept it must have been a little past 4:30 am.
Please note that I’m a witness to the following scene. It’s a repetitive dream and I have a camera-man view.
I enter the pitch-black basement… I’m confused why am I even there… even as I’m there I know I shouldn’t be there… I’m completely breathless as if I’ve just been running away from someone… I’m scared as well as confident that no one will find me here.
As soon as I’m convinced that no one is around and its safe for me to make a move, the headlights of a white four-wheel drive switch on… the car is just opposite to me… the head-lights are hitting my eyes, directly…
I hear the engine start… I panic… the driver revs the engine 3 times, accelerates and I hear the sound of a loud, heavy crash… the headlights break off… its pitch black again!
I wake up from my sleep, confused, pissed with a ‘what the fuck’ look! I say a little prayer and go back to sleep, only to be welcomed by the same dark basement parking, the same white four-wheel and the same crash…
I wake up again, say a little prayer again, and do you wanna guess the remaining?
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