What have you dreamt of?
Once at night i was reading in my armchair and unconsiously i fell asleep.After awhile i heard people screaming,shouting,voices so loud,all of which are enough to make one afraid.Even though i couldn't open my eyes,then the situation developed to the extent that i wasn't just hearing them,i saw them as if they are real,people with ugly looks coming from all sides were to attack me and i was terribly scared.It was as if they were ghosts,but ghosts in real life.For a moment it seemed to me as if i were buried in a vast grave full of unspeakable secrets.I felt an intolerable weight oppressing my breast.
At that time and i don't know why,i remebered my grandma, she always told me"don't show your weakness infront of your enemies" .Then i tried to hold on,i tried to convince myself that at least it was a dream,but no,not a dream,it was a real nightmare.I tried to shout as if there is somebody to hear me,but it was in vain, i tried it by all means,but again my cry was voiceless and every time i tried to wake up,i felt as if there was something terrible forcing me to dream the nightmare out to the end.So i was exposed more and more to scary creatures surrounding me from all sides,but to tell you the truth,i was morbidly anxious to turn my eye direction.After being so exausted,i just moved my eyes and i saw a thing that i never expected to see in such a place.I see the man whom i always looked for,the man whom i always had in mind.Honestly,at first i felt my eyes are failing me.You can never imagine my feeling that in such a ghosty world,i found my prince charming waving there from over his white horse saying:"come to me my princess,come to me my lovely rose,come to me and i'll always be yours,just come to me and i'll make a world of our own,a world that nobody has discovered,and nobody is ever going to discover".He captured me,he got me and then......i woke up and say what a lovely dream in a nightmare.
Well it isn't a real dream,it is just a vent of the pressures of life,that we all feel as if we are saphocated in life.But in the midst of such a world,a world where everything turns up side down,there is still a beautiful thing.This wonderful thing exists everywhere,at least in one's self.But because of being worn out through our lives, the beauty of life turns out to be a sign that we can't see,a whisper that we can't hear.
