After a tiring Navratri, I went to bed quite early, that is at 4 in the morning which is early for my standards. I always sleep for seven hours. I don't wake up in between, I don't oversleep. I wake up exactly after seven hours. But today I woke up in just two hours due to the terrible, terrible dream I had. The after-thoughts, of which didn't allow me sleep even after that.
I saw that I was old. Very old. And I was sitting on the streets. I felt hungry and thirsty but I had nothing to eat or drink. I sneezed, and out of habit, I guess, pulled up my hands to wipe my face with my sleeves (its very disgusting, I KNOW! I don't do it anymore! It was a dream!) And what I saw made me so sad that the world actually turned darker. I wore a tattered supposedly-white-but-now-dirty-brown man's shirt and had no pants on. I saw my nails and they were the dirtiest thing ever, toes were even uglier! My ski was brown! Dark brown! I ran and ran until I suddenly reached a place which had a mirror. I looked into the mirror and I still can't imagine why I didn't wake up out of fright just then! My face was full of ulcers, pus oozing out of everywhere, skin sagging, there was almost no hair on my head. I was old and poor. With no one to look after me.
I cried and ran again until I reached the same place where the dream had started. I sat there and saw people passing me without looking at me. I saw some beggars by my side begging for food and money. I was hungry. I needed food too but I remember my pride not allowing me to beg. I saw myself dying of hunger and people not knowing that I was dead.
Oh God, please NEVER let this happen to me!
I don't want to be so helpless when I'm old! :(
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