After a back to back session of watching rom-coms and old English comedies, at 3.30am, I finally decided that it was probably time to hit the sack.
With my roommates having shifted to another room, I was left to my own elements and boy, did I LOVE the freedom that came along with this arrangement.
Lonely was far from what I felt. I’ve always been one to keep to myself and when the warden said that no other person was willing to shift rooms in the middle of the semester, I mentally did a happy dance and jumped with glee.
The nights are always calm and I get to be the boss of the switch board.
Just thinking about the overflowing chances to listen to music and sing out loud whenever I want, dance whenever I want, do weird exercises whenever I want made me smile.
Before I go astray, as I was saying, I was done for the day and as I switched the lights off, the only light that entered the room was that from the gap between the door and the floor.
Happy and contented with my surroundings, I wrapped myself up in a cozy blanket and drifted into deep slumber.
Dream after dream shifted before my eyes like channels on the TV. One in particular, made my body shiver.
It wasn’t the wind afterall, that was ice cold. It was a certain someone.
While in an almost comatose state, even my deep sleep was interrupted by a gentle and low whisper of someone saying “Today will be your end, today will be your end”.
As if the words weren’t enough, the voice paused after each word, just like it were delivering a stab and letting me savour just another feeble breathe.
I turned my head and as my weary eyes made relentless efforts to open, I tried hard to decide whether all of this was still a dream or reality.
Inches away from my own, was the face of an ugly old lady, with wrinkles and saggy skin. Her skin was dusky to dark brown and her teeth, glowing white. As she snickered down at me with evil intent, her hair brushed across my face and that right there, was enough to make my blood run cold.
I couldn’t scream. I was mute with fear.
I couldn’t move, I was paralysed. I tried to wake myself up, I tried to get off the bed but I couldn’t move a muscle.
Little did I know, a heavy hand was pushing my head down into the pillow in all efforts to suffocate me to death.
I needed to get away.
I needed to escape. At that moment, I was thankful I worked out. Just like I did while doing a push-up, I pushed myself off the bed, throwing in all the force I could muster, to overcome the ghostly resistance.
I was up and I was standing next to my bed. The cupboards that belonged to my roommates were open and the once empty racks were now filled with clothes.
One by one, the garments seemed to be picked up by thin air and dropped onto the floor. My breathing was getting faster and faster as seconds ticked on the clock.
As I took in my immediate surroundings, I noticed a thin figure curled up on my bed on the side where my legs were seconds ago.
I blinked once or twice in an attempt to orient myself better and that’s when I realised that it was my roommate on the bed. But, she was supposed to be home, and even if she did come back to the hostel, she was supposed to be in another room. How?
She woke up and asked me if everything was alright. I absentmindedly nodded and told her to get back to sleep. I still wasn’t sure why everything was happening.
At this moment, I woke up in reality. My face was sweaty and so were my palms. I shook my head, walked out of the room to visit the washroom and once that was done, I went back to bed peacefully and in seconds, I was back to sleeping soundly.
It wasn’t until the next morning that I realised that I had been lucid dreaming.
Or was I?
P.s. I still love living alone. Nothing can change that I suppose.