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Waking Up from a Nightmare

I had just woken up from a horrible nightmare. And I can't sleep now. Ugh... I hate 'paranormal themed' nightmares. It just creeps me out! Especially when I rarely get them. And I mean truly rarely.

I'd only started having these creepy dreams around last year, right about the time when I started to be on my own. Previously it would just be dreams where I would see something scary and wake up in a fright. But starting last year, the dreams were quite 'real', as in I could 'feel' it. Like being crushed under a heavy weight or touched/grazed by 'it'. Don't ask me what 'it' is...

Tonight is one such dream and it was stressing me in my sleep. I woke up wanting scream for my mom! But I also forced my mouth to move and sound up with 'Astaghfirullahalazim' and continued on to read the Qursi verses. It was that state of atrophy which makes it so hard to get my mouth to move and my limbs to function. For a moment, I couldn't remember where I was! But I woke up eventually, Alhamdulillah, and forced my eyes open, I guess also to face 'whatever' that was there. Only God knows where that bravery came from.

Then to make myself feel better, I read the Yaseen. This is one of the moments that am grateful for technological advancement. I had downloaded the Quran App in my phone and could read the verses in my current state, i.e. under the duvet. Now am just trying to lull myself back to sleep but I needed a distraction. I hope my journey to lala land after this would be a sweeter one. I'm just glad I have Allah the Almighty and His Angels looking after me in my state of slumber and wakefulness.

Pleasant dreams to all...


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