When a nightmare becomes reality

It all started with a vivid dream, a nightmare, to be precise. I woke up with my heart racing, as if I had just seen a scary creature. The nightmare felt so real that I woke up feeling scared. I quickly prayed against the horrible dream.

My grandmother was seriously ill, suffering from a stroke that had paralyzed the left side of her body. She had received several treatments from different doctors, both medical and herbal, but she wasn't responding to any of the medications. She wasn't getting any better, which was a cause for concern because I didn't want anything bad to happen to her. She was like a second mother to me, and I had spent my childhood living with her.

Since she fell ill, I couldn't go a day without thinking about her. I wished I could see her every day, but it wasn't possible since she lived in the village and I resided in the western part of the country, a distance of 9-10 hours. Transportation fares were also a challenge. Instead of traveling to visit her in person, I would call her caregiver via video call to see her and know how she was doing.

The Nightmare

One fateful night, I fell asleep thinking about my grandma. Then I started having a nightmare. I saw my sisters crying, surrounded by our extended family members gathered in my grandmother's room. Everyone was crying, and the atmosphere was filled with sadness, agony, and grief. I was the only one who didn't know what was happening, and I was asking questions, but no one was responding.

I made my way out of the crowd and walked to my grandma's bed, but she wasn't there. Her bed was empty. I became more tense, screaming and asking where my grandma was and who took her away from her room. My cousins tried to calm me down, but I yelled at them, demanding answers.

My aunt broke the news to me, saying my grandmother had passed away. I broke into tears, yelling and crying uncontrollably. It felt like I was going to pass out. Suddenly, I woke up and realized it was all just a nightmare. For a moment, I was happy because it was just a dream, not reality. On the other hand, I felt bad because I didn't want my grandma to die.

I prayed over the nightmare, but I couldn't go back to bed. I was scared I would have the same nightmare again.

Back to Reality

After having such a horrible dream, I couldn't wait for the next morning. All I wanted to do was call my grandma's caregiver to know how my grandma was doing. I called her, and she told me my grandma wasn't getting any better.

During the video call, I called out to my grandma, but she didn't respond. She was just staring at the phone. I panicked, asking her caregiver why she wasn't responding. She said my grandma was reacting to a particular injection. I told her never to allow the doctor to give her such injections again.

I didn't know my nightmare was gradually coming true. That was the last time I had a video call with my grandma's caregiver. Later that same day, I wasn't feeling good, and I couldn't quite place what was wrong. Then I decided to call my granny's caregiver again. This time, I could hear sobbing in the background.

I asked her what was wrong and who was sobbing. She kept mute for some moments. I wasn't feeling comfortable anymore, so I asked again what was wrong. After moments of silence, she broke the news of my grandmother's death to me.

I couldn't believe my worst nightmare had become a reality. I don't believe in dreams, but this time it dawned on me that my dream had actually come true.

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