THE NIGHTMARE
“Where am I? Who are they? The ones wailing and the ones giggling? How did they get here?” The questions kept oozing out - my voice cloaked in fear and fright.
Fire! Real fire! With people inside!
There were a galaxy of persons ravaging in the heat – without being actually consumed by its flame. And I saw more people thrown in, in their numbers – in splits of seconds.
There were also some strange beings that acted like the ill-starred lords of the ring – the slave masters of some sort. While the generality of the inhabitants of this fire province were wailing and grasping for help, their apparent slave masters seemed to be supervising their afflictions.
It became even scarier when the mass of creatures screeching in the firestorm began to beckon at me, as though to drag me in, in their bid and behest to have me dragged them out. Everybody was asking for something. Some were asking for everything. And nobody was asking for nothing. Desperation! That’s the perfect word.
Then I woke up screaming!
Was that just another dream?
Oh my God, the scenes were beyond this world!
