Sunday, 22 January 2012

Sense and Sensibility.

After a glass of Vodka tonic, I went to bed at one something. I made a long dream, like an epic.

I was on a mission to kill someone again. The details were vague - I was in the immigration, and somehow, I found him and have him killed, but meantime he shot at my head. What was eccentric was that, I didn't fall down and die immediately. I covered the injury by my hand, it seemed that there wasn't much blood shedding at the very beginning. I tottered dizzily toward the passport control area, and asked for help? My will to survive was fragile, and consciousness was weak. A middle-aged man, whom I cannot remember his face no more after waking up, saw me and found his colleagues for further help, he was panic, and he gave me the impression that I seemed to know him. My injury turned bigger unobtrusively , and I started feeling that my energy and elements for surviving flowing away with my blood. I knew I was going to die. However no a touch of pain, not an immense pain was felt in my dream.

The footage jumped to any other unconnected location - I thought I saw my mother, crying her eyes out. I was sitting next to her. I can't remember what exactly was happened. The picture of her crying, imprinted in my mind.

The dream record is not compete, I have to say, I've forgotten a plenty. Another footage turned to a mountain? I was hiking with the middle-aged man who've saved me. On the top of the mountain we lied down, two-third of my blood in my body seemed to run out. My nerves was still. The blood in my body dried up, so did my life, and soul, I thought. Consciousness waned piecemeal. I missed my family.

I waked up in Subway. A subway located on the top of the unknown mountain. There was few people. I could sense the aroma of the fresh, hot coffee swirling in the air. lassitude filled every nerves and fingers of mine. A cell phone from nowhere, I found. I called CC. Her voice was still as sweet and happy as usual. Again, I couldn't recall the particulars. I said with composure, that I haven't died. She said she loved me. I smiled, and asked her what did you say? I would love to hear it again - She reiterated. So do I. Some people start coming. One thing was strange -

Apart from bliss, I found equal suspicion in my dream. I questioned myself in my dream that why she suddenly told me she loved me, after I was at the edge of death. My logic and rational thinking weren't totally perished whilst I was sleeping. That's I've proved.


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