On March 31 2016, I died in my dreams. I went through the experience of
death. It felt real. This is how it happened:
I am standing inside a dilapidated building with some other people. Some
faces I recognise, some are strangers and a few of my loved ones - my own
family. We are hit by the realisation - we are going to get bombed like the
others. I am very scared. I am scared with the proposition of having to die. I try to come
to terms with the fact. How bad can it get - I think to myself. I just need to
clench my teeth and bear the pain - I console myself. I hold hands with the
people around me. I am happy I am surrounded by people. I am happy I am not
dying alone- they are all dying with me . We are all going to meet the same
fate. We are all going to the same place - together. And then 'it' begins.My grip gets tighter. I feel the buzz in my ears; just like how one would
after a loud blast.I anticipate pain but there is no pain.I feel myself
shrinking and shrinking and shrinking till I get reduced to a size smaller than
an atom.Now there is a blackout - I cannot tell for how long. It is a blackout with no dimensions. I hear a noise- like a bubble bursting. And we are back just where we were. We are in
the same place - just smaller in size and the place is more dilapidated than it
was before 'it' happened. Before we died.The number of people seemed to have reduced. Oh yes - it is
only my family now. But not my entire family - it's me, my mum, my sister and my
daughter. The men are missing. We are all naked. Mum is injured - she can barely
walk. I find my daughter's pram lying around . Dirty and broken and bare - just like
us. I put mum on the Pram. I put my daughter on mum's lap and hold my sister's hand. We are
safe. We are ready to go. Although I don't know where to. I wake up. End of my dream. Weird.
It felt so real...
