It's Raining, And I'm Away from Home

I was dreaming this morning. I saw myself returning home from somewhere on a rickshaw. The road was swarming with big vehicles — buses, trucks, private cars, and the like. Anxiety filled my heart as I longed to reach home soon.

But the scene shifted, as it often does in dreams — random, illogical, and in a flash. It seemed to be darkening, and in no time, night fell, wrapping the sky as far as I could see above. To add to the already rising tension, the vehicles I saw a moment ago were all gone. It was like they sped through a time portal and vanished — just like that. Except for the rickshaw I was riding on.

Dunno why, but I got off the rickshaw and stepped onto the sidewalk for a while. I seemed to be checking out a few things from the only street hawker on the footpath (I’m recreating this ‘street hawker’ detail to fill in the part I forgot). But when I glanced over my shoulder, the rickshaw-puller was gone, pedaling on and on without even looking back once. I cried out for him to stop, but he ignored me. And right then, it started pouring — another random twist, as dreams do.

The next scene found me running for shelter. Within a few strides, I was drenched, and home felt further and further away. Still, I somehow found a shop (what kind — I don’t recall) with a shade large enough to keep 5–6 people dry. I waited there for a while, and then, in the next scene, I was home.

But there was no one waiting for me — not at the threshold, not inside the house. I half-heartedly dragged myself through the entrance and slumped into a chair at the dining table. I sat there, resting my arms on the table, longing to see someone… yearning to hear familiar voices. And behind me, large raindrops pattered against the window, and the dark clouds outside pressed onto my solitude.

I didn’t realize my dream was about to kiss me goodbye as I shuffled through the pieces of good memories with my once-loved ones, trying to find some comfort.

Is this what they call foreshadowing?

I fear...

#dreams

#loneliness

#introspection

#rain

#home

#emotional writing