I woke up so early one morning, headed to the kitchen to fix my coffee, then to the bathroom for a quick shower.
The place was quite unfamiliar to me, so as I went inside the bathroom, I locked it. When I turned on the shower, scalding water spewed from the shower head and, as I tried to lurch from its blistering heat, I slipped and fell on the floor relentlessly. Struggling as I would, I could find nothing to hold on to pull myself up. I shouted and it seems no one heard my screams. I tried back and forth, trying to grab the shower valve to turn it off and again tried to pull myself up, both with no luck. The shower kept pouring hot water on me, while I screamed and struggle, and got weakened and worn out. In that crucial moment of grief and torture, the bathroom looked so tiny, that moving and crawling was seemed impossible, it was suffocating and terrifying.
Moments of sheer agony passed, a voice of a friend came. She heard my scream, but unfortunately can't burst in to help me as the door was closed. She forcefully jammed the door, like a mad woman and thank God she finally barged into the bathroom and pulled me from the floor where I was literally being burned alive.
She wrapped me with the towel hanging on the bars near the door, and had felt the texture of the cloth torturing me as it touches my skin, I could even feel excruciating pain from the gentle air or wind around me. I screamed and cried from the pain and the debilitating flaws physically.
I was rushed to the local hospital in the city, the ride was like a bolt of lightning. As soon as I arrived in the Emergency Room, I passed out, perhaps I was drugged with a powerful narcotic to shut me down to sleep.
When I came back to my senses, I was in my bedroom, lying in my bed with my skin intact. My integument was functioning normally, no more hypersensitivity, no burnt dermis/ epidermis and no bloody subcutaneous tissue. I am okay and well. Thank God!... It was just a dream.
A big sigh of relief.
I had this dream perhaps more than a year ago, when Covid19 pandemic ruined our plans and all. Made me realize that the dream might be a sign that new plans are sprouting out in season to let go of the old, oh well, there are really lots of changes indeed, all because of this pandemic and I'm hanging on with patience.
I checked the meaning of being "burned alive" in dreams and it means I was being abandoned and neglected. However, getting burned with hot water means magnifying problems or feelings that something is getting worse. I can't think of anything like it at that very moment, well, perhaps my fears of changing some of my future plans.
Anyway, whatever it is. I can only pray that all the negativity will be disposed of because I am a conqueror, by God's grace. I believe that dreams are sometimes warning signs for us to hold on to our faith and pray harder for any upcoming storms in our life.
Let go and just pray.
I guess this is one of my vivid dreams for the past few years. I usually do not remember anything after sleeping, but if there are clear dreams like this one, it's great to write about it.
I had written one here before, that you might want to check it out;
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Cuando soñamos así parese tan real que solo cuando despertamos nos damos cuenta q era solo un sueño. Inclusive nos tocamos y buscamos indicios a ver y comprobar de que no fue real. Inclusibe dependiendo del sueño hasta nos asustamos o disfrutamos. Linda noche. Nos leemos