Let us read the first and the only story I have in my mind
as of now.
Once there was a guy named Sami. Sami was a guy of fantasies
who was always in his dreams whether day or night. It is always good to face
reality & work hard towards turning your dreams into existence. But this
guy was going the other way round. Raised by his elder brother, he was a good
kid but with a unique perception. The real world never existed for him. Calling
a person who dreams during the day a daydreamer is right, but what would you
call a person who dreams 24/7? It is hard to think of a word for that.
One fine day, Sami was getting ready for his college. It was
8 am in the morning. The clock was ticking and so was the dreamer. He went to
the college with his best friend Bilal. Both grew up together, so Bilal knew
everything about this stargazer. They reached college around 8.45 am and were
all set to bunk their first lecture as it is a trend for teenagers. Following
the trend, both walked to their secret hangout place in the college. An open
space on the third floor just beside the library window. Sami was looking out
the window and was not giving a damn to what Bilal was speaking. And then
suddenly, Sami felt like someone was calling him. He tried reaching out for
that person. However, he was about to fall off the third floor but was grasped
at the very last instance by Bilal. With a deep breath, he came back to his
senses but coming back was always tough for him. It was like a prison for him.
The day ended and he came back home. His brother was not aware of his hassle. Living
in the same house, his brother was not aware of his situation. So engrossed in
earning a livelihood that he forget to keep a keen eye on his younger one. On
the other hand Sami’s problem of dreaming had succumbed him so much as if the
real world never existed. He went off to sleep.
Sami was sleeping and was there a better time to dream then
sleep. The so called artificial world had got the better of him, that he lost
entire control over his mind. This illusion was a trap for him, but as of now
this is what he ever wanted. He was so
engrossed in his dreams that he went on & started living a different life
with no sense of reality. This life let him choose the way he wanted to live
& make anything happen with no laws of nature to restrict his instincts. He
enjoyed this life not only for the pleasures it gave but also made him Godlike
unlike the one given to him by God. In all his senses he had surrendered himself
to this life cutting all the connections with the latter.
To worsen things up, he went on to the next level of living
a dream. He was in his Wonderland now for almost 14 hours giving up on the most
precious gift of life bestowed on him by the Almighty. In this new world, he
was a person who could talk to non-living things as well. In the real world,
there were very few people who really cared about what he felt. But in his
Wonderland, every single being whether living or non-living cared for him &
were all ears to his talks. He never wanted to return as he himself was the
creator, caretaker & destroyer of this new world. With 20 hours passed, he was challenging God.
His brother soon called the doctor. He was losing conscience, as he was
enchanted by the new world and was dragged into this fantasy land that he had
lost entire control over his mind. But he was so busy in his own world that he
never knew that this might be the end. His brother was getting worried so was
his friend Bilal and at last the doctor declared him dead as he had lost all control
over his body by being in sleep for almost 27 hours. His soul was in some other
world and his body was just physically present in front of his loved ones. His
brother's eyes were filled with tears and Bilal felt devastated to what had
happened.
They were preparing for his last rites and he was given a
bath and wrapped around in a white cloth which he never ordered. When his body
was about to be lowered into the pit for burial, all his relatives &
friends were mourning over his body. When his loved ones where pouring handfuls
of soil on his body at that instance, he felt the pain of not able to breathe,
not able to come out of the cloth, not able to see the real world. He was
shouting for his brother; he was calling out to his friends but there was no
one to hear. The real world had closed its door to him. He was breathing in the
artificial world but that was of no use. All his loved ones, family and friends
were left behind, and he was all alone. Even his brother was not able to hear
his voice. He not only lost his real life but also the one that he loved, his
Life of Dreams.
That was for me "FATAL DREAMS''. Dream as much as you
want to but never make it a monster, that your own life is not in your own
hands. Keep it simple and face reality.
