When I woke up on my 43rd birthday...

Years are just numbers; birthday is just another day when sun rises in the east as always and sets in the west. In the panorama of the universe, I am not even a speck of microscopic dust. Yet, I am the centre of my own universe. I act as I am designed to think by my DNA, as I am modulated by my surroundings and as I am destined to behave by my fate. I don't celebrate my birthday, but the people who love me, do. For me, it is a day to enjoy interacting with friends and answering pleasant but rare phone calls. 

At the time where yesterday and today meet according to our English calender, I had a dream.Dreams are supposed to be the reflection of our deep subconsciousness or cryptic fore-tellers of future. In my dream, three of my friends had separately and personally come down to wish me for my birthday. I was extremely happy to be seeing them. In reality I decipher that I enjoy talking to them, but they call only on my birthdays. I miss them on all other days of the year. My mom was also there to wish me. Right now, I am missing her because she has gone to stay with my sister abroad and I can't meet her today. Just as I have water in all my dreams in the form of a lake or pond or river or flood, this dream was no different. I was in a water-park. I was on a water slide, sliding lying on the slider and people around were cheering me. In an instant, I was sliding faster and faster and the force of water around me was increasing steadily. The park around me got replaced by a dam filled with gushing water with water water everywhere. The cheering people around me were no longer to be seen. I began to feel scared. Though in the heart of my hearts I knew that I won't drown, I started to feel extremely uneasy and yelled to stop it. My heart beat increased and beads of sweat formed over my forehead as I actually screamed and woke up from my nightmare. I was relieved to find my kids and husband sleeping beside me. I saw the time which was exactly 12:27 am of 20th July. I slept off again trying to remember the friends who had wished me in my dream. One was Meghi and I am doubtful of the other two. I woke up with mixed feelings in the morning, devoid of the birthday aura that everyone usually has on birthdays, slightly irritated. But messages from friends wishing me for the day were already on my WhatsApp which put a smile on my face. Meghi's message was right there at 12:28 am. I vaguely remember that one of the other friend is Shreelakshmi. The third one is hard to recall. 
I am confused whether my dream was a cocktail of  everything that I thought just before going to sleep or whether the three friends and my mom(who is on the other surface of earth) were actually thinking about me at that odd hour or whether it is presaging something deeper.  As I pen this, I realise that I have family and friends who are always there for me to celebrate with me or when I wake up from a bad dream; those whom I constantly miss remind me of their presence in my dreams and though I get apprehensive about the scary situations in life, there is always THE savior who keeps me afloat and never lets me drown. 

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