In one way or the other,everyone has a dream that made him very very nervous and maybe the dream will not happen in real life or in reality but the dream will always make you nervous .
One will Express himself or herself to his or her friend and try to reduce the fear of the dream. Maybe your friend will not help,you what will you do??? If you are a Christian believing in God or Muslim you will go to church or mosque and try to ask God to define for you the dream.The dream may be terrifying that you keep on dreaming about it and that is attacking the future at the dream without any signs or symptoms of the attack .
At The Dream
Elias did not fall asleep.
He fell _through_ it.
One moment he was in his small room in Ruiru, the rain hammering the mabati roof, his old driving licence sitting on the table next to his phone. The next, the roof was gone.
He was standing in a vast field of glass.
The sky was not a sky. It was a river of light, flowing backwards. Clouds moved from west to east, then rewound. Birds flew in reverse.
And in the middle of the field, was a city that hadn't been built yet.
It rose like a mountain of white towers and green bridges, vehicles that did not touch the ground humming between them. On the tallest tower, in light so bright it hurt, were words written in a language he could not read — but somehow understood:
RUIRU - 2047
"That's not possible," he whispered. His voice cracked in the cold air.
"It is inevitable," said a voice behind him.
Elias spun. A boy stood there. No — a man. No — himself.
It was him, but older. Beard trimmed. Eyes that had seen too much. Wearing a uniform Elias had never seen, silver-grey, with a small emblem on the chest: a tree inside a circle.
The older Elias looked tired. And afraid.
"You shouldn't be here yet," the older man said. "You're early."
"Who are you? What is this place?" Elias backed away. His feet made no sound on the glass.
"This is the future that is trying to kill us. And this," the older Elias tapped his own temple, "is the dream where it warns us."
The sky-river above them pulsed. A low sound rolled across the field — not thunder, but like a machine powering down. The light in the future city flickered.
The older man grabbed his arm. His grip was ice and fire at once.
"Listen. In three days, you will get a call. A job. Kuwait. Don't take it."
Elias felt his blood go cold. "How do you know about —"
"Because I took it. And because I took it, this," he gestured to the flickering city, "never gets to exist. They don't just want drivers, Elias. They want time. They are mining the future. And every person who leaves before his purpose is done, tears a hole in it."
The glass field under their feet began to crack. Black lines spreading fast, from the direction of the city towards them.
The older Elias pushed something into his hand. A key. It was warm, and it was not made of metal. It looked like it was made of solid light.
"They are coming. The Attack to the Future has already started. You felt it, didn't you? That feeling that life is waiting for you to do something bigger than just survive?"
The cracks reached them. The future city in the distance went dark, tower by tower.
Elias screamed —
And woke up on his bed, sweating, rain still on the roof.
His phone was ringing.
On the screen: UNKNOWN NUMBER.
In his hand, clenched so tight his knuckles were white, was a faintly glowing key.
That did not exist when he woke up