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When dreams turn real

She woke up with a start. Breathless, she found beads of sweat dotting her brows. A raw fear passed through her. Shaking herself out of the dream, she rushed to the washroom to get ready for the airport. Draped herself in a lovely yellow colored mulberry silk saree that hugged her picture-perfect frame perfectly; a black dot on the forehead and long silver jumkas that almost reached her shoulders followed.

The clock struck 3: Time to leave for the airport, she thought, as her hubby's plane would land anytime.

At the airport, passengers and visitors were running to and fro. There was a huge ball of fire on the runaway: airport officials were announcing of a crash landing.

The dream was unfolding right in front of her eyes: could she shake off this as well, she thought.

The post is part of 9-sentence fiction hosted by Write Tribe Festival of Words- 3

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Comments

  1. wow.. a really good take on the prompt. In real life, sometimes we do get premonitions of things to come, don't you think? Atleast certain warning signs...

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  2. Wish it was some other departing plane coming empty towards aerobridge.
    The dream was real without pain to her.

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  3. Dreams are often premonitions or they convey some message. Let's hope this one ended well.

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  4. I like the way you left the ending open to interpretation. Kind of of how dreams are , in any event.

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  5. oh boy!! That was some premonition she had!!
    Such a tragedy!! :(

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  6. My god! that's horrible! It's hard to digest when our nightmares come true! hard to shake them off!

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  7. Dreams are always premonitions…..oh my. I'd cry in fear if I ever got this one.

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  8. Dreams are always premonitions…..oh my. I'd cry in fear if I ever got this one.

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  9. Ah, what a frightening dream. Very well thought of story.

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  10. Sad quite sad. Wonderfully conveyed in few words.

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  11. Let's just hope this dream turns out to be positive. Nice story!

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  12. Oh, I hope that was a dream within a dream but yes sometimes dreams do come true. Good take on the prompt.

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  13. sad sad saddd... this can't happen!! :(
    Whyyy...

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  14. Gosh! That's scary and to think, we are no longer safe in life. Written with so much passion and love:)

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  15. Oh no....I hope it was a dream in a dream!! :(

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  16. Sounds like a very scary premonition that came true. Wonderful take on the prompt. I loved this nail biter.

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  17. that was sad and scary. nicely written.

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  18. that was sad and scary. nicely written.

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  19. This happens. Deja vu is known to have a very deep connection with dreams.

    Richa

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  20. Deja vu, like Richa mentioned. I experience it often but never so tragically!

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  21. I have experienced this twice, when I lost my father and then when I lost my brother. It really happens and when it happens it is surreal.
    Rendered speechless by this post.

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  22. A frightening dream that turns true. Can well imagine the shock of the character in the story on seeing the events of the dream unfold before her eyes.

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