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Weird fever dream

22 Aug

It has been a week. A terrible week. I have stayed in bed for most of my time, thanks to what was initially thought as flu. But now, it’s stuck as an unwanted guest in my system. That led me to a battery of medical investigations and irritation and what not. Still the worst part of all of it is the spiking fever at bed time. Those gritty and burning eyes, those unbearably hot pillows and a bad odour oozing out of yourself. But this isn’t all. My fever spells are customized. For how long? As long as I can remember. I have a particular crazy fever dream. It’s bizarre and peculiar and weird. And this post is about that.

I see myself as a tiny person. Like from liliput or as if I’m in Brobdingnag. Whatever be the case, but everything except me is colossal. And I see myself amongst ants. Not the kind of ants we know, but the huge, horrifying & hideous ants. They are the size of mammoth with big round scary eyes. Their feelers are as thick as hose and disturbingly long. They are carrying small people like me in their jaws. Their robust jaws. Needless to say, I get petrified and seek shelter. I run. I run as fast as I can for some refuge dodging their clawed legs and whiplashing feelers. I also try to cover myself so that they can’t spot me. But my small arms and legs fail to be any good. Panting for breath, I am running for my life. Just when I see my mother. I see her huge feet just about to stomp me. I shout and cry and call her for help. But my voice box seems to have shrunk too. She doesn’t seem to hear me. But I shout and run and cry. Then I think of an idea. I think of clamping to her ankle and travel to safety with her. So I climb on a crumb of bread which is now awfully gigantic. And wait for her to come my way. As soon as she does, I leap to clamp to her in a fantasy movies style. I am struggling to get a nice hold to her when all the giant ants spot me. Now they turn after me. And I am still kicking and writhing and wriggling to hold my mother’s leg tight. The last thing I want to happen in this universe is fall down. I pray to God and yelp for my mother. But before I know my small hands lose all the grip and “Dhammmmmmm!”

I have never seen any more than this. And i hope i never do.

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