CWRC Anthology

The Dream

©2023 by Ololade Funmbi

Brought to you by Christian Readers and Writers.

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Car lights shone in the darkness like drops of twinkling gold, red, and blue colours on a black canvas as I drove down the busy road, horns honking as if fighting for top spot of who could make the loudest noise. The noise contributed to my already throbbing headache and I sighed, hoping to God for some sort of peace.

My legs ached from running around in the hospital, checking on patients.
My dream of being a successful doctor and working at a prestigious hospital in the city definitely didn't have the part of being stressed out and craving sleep like water on a sunny day.

The upbeat ringtone of my phone filled the silence of the car and I flicked me eyes to see it was a call from my mother. I rolled my eyes, already suspecting why she was calling. The oversabi prayer warrior that she was would be calling to tell me to pray more, and take my spiritual life more seriously.

I swerved into another another lane and let the phone ring for a whole, but the sound worsened my headache. I removed my hand from the steering as I looked down to pick the phone, murmuring to myself. "What is this—"

A bright light flashed through my eyes, cutting my words short and a ghastly scream escaped from me. My body began to tumble as my car jostled. My head connected with a metallic substance and pain swam through my body, clouding my every senses till everything went black.

I gasped awake, my heart pounding as my eyes darted everywhere trying to make sense of what I just dreamed of. "God forbid," I said to myself twice, before patting my body. "I soak myself in the blood of Jesus, I'll not die."

Reeling from the nightmare I had, I got ready for the day muttering 'blood of Jesus'. My phone in hand,  I grabbed my keys from a brown rack hanging beside the door, stepped outside and locked the door to my two bedroom apartment. My iPhone flashed with my mum's name and began to ring as I walked towards my car, my short heels echoing.

I furrowed my brows before picking it, "Hello ma?"

"Kemi,"

"It's Karen now, mum." I corrected her as I adjusted me grey handbag, wondering why she insists on using my native name despite my obvious refusal to it. I press the car key and my blue Camry beeps in return. "Good morning."

"Mmh, Karen, Kemi, whatever, I woke up worried in my Spirit about you today. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, ma. " she replied as she opened her car and entered, the scent of Apple air freshener filling her nose.  As she dropped her handbag on the passenger seat, she contemplated telling her mother about her dream. It was probably nothing. "Although, I had a dream."

"What is it?" Her mother's soft voice filled the car as she put the phone on speaker and started it. She went on to relay the dream to her mum as she drove to the Hospital, her mind telling her that all was fine. It was just a bad dream.

"Ah!" Her mother screamed into the phone, "I rebuke evil in Jesus' name. You will not die. Have you prayed?"

She thought about the 'God forbid' she muttered and 'Blood of Jesus' and considered it a good enough prayer. "Yes, but don't worry. It's not that serious of a thing. I'll be fine."

"It is serious O!"

She sighed, rolling her eyes. Here we go again, she thought, questioning why she even told her mother. The woman turned a mole hill into two mountains, not even a mountain.