Yesterday- Part IV

Mom woke up from a bad dream. She dreamt someone was knocking heavily on the door, a wild mob possibly. And the clatter woke her up. When she refused to open the door , the mob barged in breaking the door, which is quite possible in an apartment. The fear and agony she woke up from made her run to see if her children are safe. I hadn't caught sleep yet so I got up to her side and tried to talk her out into something else so she could forget it. My mom's one of the bravest people I know, but fear is another thing altogether. Specially the fear of something you imagined, which you cannot fight back since you are not face to face with it. The elder sister was to return from work in the wee hours of the morning and we stayed up until she did. Somehow we had a nice chat afterwards and went to sleep.

I thought I would have dreams of the same scene mom dreamt of, since my head is quite actively fanciful. vigorously actually. But, I dreamt of something entirely different. It was such a beautifully untrue 'dream'.

I woke up wanting to go back to sleep in a hope I would see more of that gauze of that sweet vision. End up quoting Shakespeare:

"Prospero:
Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits, and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
And like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp'd tow'rs, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on; and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.

The Tempest Act 4, scene 1, 148–158

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