Ce n'est qu'un mauvais rêve!
Early this morning, I woke up sweating and gasping for breath for I had a bad dream. Details I remember so clearly that I thought of jotting it down...
I came home from work feeling washed-out when I found Clémentine (she was about one year old) in her dark-green sleepers sleeping on the stairs. She apparently got tired of waiting for me and slept there. There I realized that I left her alone in the house sleeping in her bed. But that was this morning, does it mean she stayed alone in the house all day?, I asked myself. "Oh, poor Cléms", I thought. I carried her to put her back in her room when I saw Lani (my superior at the hotel where I worked years ago). Strange. What is she doing in my house? "I saw her sleeping on the stairs.", I told her. Then she answered, "No, she wasn't there when I arrived". With Clémentine in my arms, still sleeping, I opened the bedroom door and found out that her bed (it was actually just a mattress and no bedsheets) was soaking wet because of the rain that enters through an open window. I pulled the mattress far from the window, turned it over and started putting sheets on it when suddenly my dream's setting changed -- we were in a shopping mall with lots of people with their plastic shopping bags. With Cléms still in my arms, Lani and I were trying to put the bedsheet on the mattress when someone behind me called my attention by touching me with the tip of his little finger (in a 'robotic' kind of way). Bizarre. It was a medium built man wearing a long-sleeved light-blue polo shirt, a hat like that of a cowboy, a pair of cowboy leather boots and a big bulging backpack on his shoulders. He was asking for money. The moment I said "sorry, I don't have here with me...", he took his backpack off his shoulders and hit me with it in the head. He hit me many times with it I felt what were in it, dumbbell weights! He was hitting me so hard my vision got blurred but I still managed to protect Clémentine (who was still in my arms) from him. Lani, at that time was screaming for help but no one seemed to hear nor see what was going on. People continued walking as though we were invisible. In that instant I thought of what my daughter would become if I die. Who will take care of her? I was too afraid this man would also hurt my daughter, so I let Lani hold her and tried to fight the man. I tried to kick his testicles but I had no strength my toes didn't even touch his fly. He then tried to choke me and the moment he was about to kick me in the stomach with those cowboy boots, I thought, "this has to be just a bad dream" and there... I opened my eyes.
Whew! What a relief! I looked at the time, it was 6:15. My whole body was aching, hard to explain.. as though I got electrocuted, my heart was beating so fast and my head ached as though it was in a vise. I got up and took painkillers right away and tried to sleep more but just couldn't. I never had dreams like this before, seemed so real I gave Cléms, who was sleeping profondément, a hug.
I came home from work feeling washed-out when I found Clémentine (she was about one year old) in her dark-green sleepers sleeping on the stairs. She apparently got tired of waiting for me and slept there. There I realized that I left her alone in the house sleeping in her bed. But that was this morning, does it mean she stayed alone in the house all day?, I asked myself. "Oh, poor Cléms", I thought. I carried her to put her back in her room when I saw Lani (my superior at the hotel where I worked years ago). Strange. What is she doing in my house? "I saw her sleeping on the stairs.", I told her. Then she answered, "No, she wasn't there when I arrived". With Clémentine in my arms, still sleeping, I opened the bedroom door and found out that her bed (it was actually just a mattress and no bedsheets) was soaking wet because of the rain that enters through an open window. I pulled the mattress far from the window, turned it over and started putting sheets on it when suddenly my dream's setting changed -- we were in a shopping mall with lots of people with their plastic shopping bags. With Cléms still in my arms, Lani and I were trying to put the bedsheet on the mattress when someone behind me called my attention by touching me with the tip of his little finger (in a 'robotic' kind of way). Bizarre. It was a medium built man wearing a long-sleeved light-blue polo shirt, a hat like that of a cowboy, a pair of cowboy leather boots and a big bulging backpack on his shoulders. He was asking for money. The moment I said "sorry, I don't have here with me...", he took his backpack off his shoulders and hit me with it in the head. He hit me many times with it I felt what were in it, dumbbell weights! He was hitting me so hard my vision got blurred but I still managed to protect Clémentine (who was still in my arms) from him. Lani, at that time was screaming for help but no one seemed to hear nor see what was going on. People continued walking as though we were invisible. In that instant I thought of what my daughter would become if I die. Who will take care of her? I was too afraid this man would also hurt my daughter, so I let Lani hold her and tried to fight the man. I tried to kick his testicles but I had no strength my toes didn't even touch his fly. He then tried to choke me and the moment he was about to kick me in the stomach with those cowboy boots, I thought, "this has to be just a bad dream" and there... I opened my eyes.
Whew! What a relief! I looked at the time, it was 6:15. My whole body was aching, hard to explain.. as though I got electrocuted, my heart was beating so fast and my head ached as though it was in a vise. I got up and took painkillers right away and tried to sleep more but just couldn't. I never had dreams like this before, seemed so real I gave Cléms, who was sleeping profondément, a hug.
posted by Bokbok at
5:31 PM
