Dreams - scientists say they are your brain rewinding and playing your concious memories and wishes while you sleep.
I say, they are your brain playing with your thoughts and wishes while you sleep. They are twisted, turned, screwed up - to make so much and yet no sense at all... And all by your own dear brain.
Then why do they come as the herald of happenings.. As a premonition of future incidents? And sometimes as the revealer of secrets.
You never know how the dream started, all you know is that suddenly you are there; and your surroundings are swirling and shifting as a big mass of colours, thrown haphazardly around you.
Then you stop and try to make sense of it, lo and behold, you see what you have been avoiding by your concious mind.. His face. The face that belonged to that hand..the face of the person holding the knife which dripped fresh red. You know that face, but you went on ignoring what you saw because you didnt want to believe it..
How could you?
No mother wants to see her son as a murderer.
Afraid of the relevations her mind makes, she wakes up, turns to her husband for he could sooth her.. Only to be reminded by his absence that he was murdered a yr ago.....
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Micro stories
FantasyWritten within 200 words. It's a collection of extremely short stories encompassing any and every topic.
