… It’s about midnight and the train is pacing on the track making a loud cranking sound of steal and wood every time the track joint was pushed down by the hard metal wheels. A young boy of about 4-5 years of age sleeping on the top berth of the cabin wakes up in haste and looks down at his sleeping family. Should I wake up mom or dad, or should I get down and go to washroom by myself and not disturb anyone, the young boy thinks for a minute and then decides not to wake up anyone and help himself. He slowly turns on the seat and position himself to step down the small stair attached to the top and middle berth. As he steps down, he notices that not a single light is lit in the entire bogie and every single person was in deep sleep. The boy steps down and touches the floor and rubs his eyes to acclimate himself with the darkness of the corridor. He starts walking towards the restroom at far end of the bogie touching and holding each lower berth of every cabin he passes to avoid tipping over. The weather outside is cold and foggy and as the train paces faster, the wind starts making scary sounds. The boy recollects himself and reaches the end of the corridor and as he steps his foot next to the main door, the floor beneath him opens up and he falls down …
5 years ago I thought, I finally got rid of my recurring yearly nightmare that drove me crazy every night it came and scared me to the death. It wouldn’t be any exaggeration if I say that I used to see myself walking in the clutches of Death and waking up drenched in sweat and fear in mid of the night.
For a very long period of 10-12 years, every year in the month of September or October, I used to have this dream, a dream in which I saw myself walking to the hilt of dying but never saw how the end looked like because every time at the same point in my dream, I used to wake up in pain and fear. Yes, it’s hard to believe but I had one such dream just once every year and only in the month of September and October. Every single thing about the dream was same every time I witnessed it.
For all those years, I wondered, if there was any truth and reality in that dream or my mind was projecting a mixture of different thoughts collected by my brain. Was there any correlation of that dream to my life, could it be related to my past life, I don’t know. All I knew was that I was afraid of it. I thought to share this with my family but was afraid that they would ignore by saying that it’s just a dream and nothing else. I even thought about sharing this with my friends but they probably would have laughed and made fun of me. So I never shared this with anyone.
I guess, it was just my mind and its funny way of showing things from its repository of life and instances. I was glad that it was over and I was not tortured by it anymore until last night when I had another dream but this time it wasn’t me and it wasn’t the same dream. Though, the dream plot was still in a train and I was a part of it but not the victim. What I dreamt this time was even more scary than what I used to because this time it wasn’t me who was falling off the train but someone very close to my heart and the worst part is that this time I didn’t wake up abruptly missing the climax but I saw him crying in agony and pain and covered in blood screaming for his family.
I hope this dream doesn’t turn out to be another recurring nightmare of my Life.