Baskadia

    A dream is a contemplation of thoughts that we have all experienced in our lives. A vision that is greatly desired by people. It consists of a good or bad impression on people that might trigger their trauma or mental health. This dream happened at night while I was in a deep sleep and has left me in discomfort whenever I think about it.

    I was on a train with my boyfriend. We sat on the chair. He would crack jokes, and I would giggle every time. A completely contented relationship. We were going on a date, but then an eerie disaster happened. A quiet, calm train that brought excitement to people suddenly turned into a petrifying train. The smoke is completely covering the whole train. At first, I thought it was just smoke that surrounds the train, but there's something more inside that. perhaps? It is so blurry that even I can't see it. The screams, cries, and sobs of people are everywhere, which gave me so much terror. They're trying to escape in their own way. I almost cried when I felt a sudden grab in my hands that gave me hope. We got out of the train and ran as far as we could, but the strange noise inside that smoke seemed to be following us. We were panicking at that time. I felt like my head would explode. Then, my boyfriend found a place to hide—a place that fits only one person. Upon learning what he was planning, my tears dropped like rain. I insisted that he go inside first, thinking that I could think of something to let us hide together. But he refused; he forced me to go inside. He was so strong, I couldn't do anything. I beg, cry, and scream at him to come inside with me. I even made a space for him, knowing that it wasn't enough. He said he would find a place to hide, so I calmed down. We even made a pinky swear that he must find a place to hide and come back to me before he leaves me. After that, the rescuer came. I kept on finding him, but I've never heard anything from him, even after so many years.

    I woke up from that dream and found myself crying. My pain in my dream felt authentic. I grieved, sorrowed, and mourned, knowing that it wasn't real. Since then, that dream has become a scar for me. I feel that It is something that I shouldn't forget. However, not all dreams are bad or good.