Sometime last month, I had a very unique dream—the kind I would definitely look for an interpreter if I ever heard of one. I wanted to write about it, but I postponed and ended up almost being fully convinced that nobody cared about my dream (procrastination is a bitch, ladies and gents). Still, it was super vivid and scared me to bits, so I was still inclined towards sharing it. You know those beliefs when we were young that if you shared a dream with someone, it would not come true in real life? I can’t be the only one who grew up threatened but such superstitions. It went hand-in-hand with the one that suggested that if someone skipped over your legs, they had to skip back lest you gave birth to a rat 😱😱😂😂. Come on, I am sure many of you can relate. So, to prevent my dream from becoming true, I shared it with Leroy’s dad, although I am certain he wasn’t exactly paying attention.
Fast forward to three days ago and there I was walking back to my house in the evening. I looked up at the sky and you would never guess what I saw. Amazingly, the sky above matched the one from my dream. Naturally, I reached for my phone to take a picture, and it did not disappoint. It was perfect. I saw it as a way of the universe telling me to write about the story. Like, here you go, the perfect picture for the story; what is your excuse for not writing about your dream now? I had none – well apart from procrastination, the story would be done already – so here we are.
My dreams are always very confused about location, time, plot, and the people present, so buckle up. My dream happened in the evening. I would guess, around 5:27 p.m. because that was the exact time I took the picture that matched the sky from the dream. The clouds were grey and gloomy, but there was an opening that had this immense light. Suddenly, it started raining. But it was not your normal rain. This rain was only coming from the bright opening in the sky. The rain was accompanied by a bolt of huge lightning, which also came from the opening in the sky. Yet that was not the strangest thing about the rain. The rain together with the lightning were moving. As they moved along, the lightning viciously struck anyone who dared to step outside.
Now the location of the dream is more than twisted and hilarious. We were hiding inside what I am certain was my form four high school class. Now that is not hilarious on its own; it does when I tell you that the compound outside that class was from my primary school😂😂😂. The plot gets even more twisted because Leroy was also there, a few of my campus friends, and none of my high school or primary school classmates. Ooh, before I forget, here’s another gory detail – the lightning moving with the rain did not strike children, only adults. I remember Leroy and another baby, whose face I never saw, going outside to play and we were all panicking and shouting at them to run. And just when we thought the lightning caught up to them, it moved right past them. And that was it, I woke up, panicking as you can imagine.
The funny thing is when I woke up the following day, the events I just narrated were vividly fresh on my mind. It is weird because, on most occasions, I forget my dreams before morning. But, what is even more astonishing to me, is that I can still recall all these details almost a month later. But I guess I should be grateful because then, I got a story to share about one of my many award-winning dreams.
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Nyambura Macharia.
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