Supernatural Story

Pardon me for taking so long to put this up. You see, I have been under a heavy barrage of tests and after the dust has settled, and three failures in two days later, I am back to talk about the unfateful nights that beheld me a couple of weeks ago.

It was on one of those nights that I was doing my usual area cleaning that I chanced upon a huge spider crawling on my bedsheets. I usually would have given the bugger two hoots and a headshot but that particular night, I chose to show mercy and the arachnid merrily crawled away to a new hiding place.

After I did my mugging and tired out, I went to sleep for the night. My roommate turned in too, tired from the day's activities.

(At this point in time, I must pause to mention that the previous nights prior to this night were not a peaceful one. I had weird dreams that shocked me awake.)

In the middle of the night, I happen to come awake suddenly. For some reason. I usually sleep through the night like a log so it was odd.

I felt a weight on my chest.

Moving.

It was not a heavy weight so as to speak, about the weight of a rat actually (not that I have actually felt the weight of a rat on my hand before). You can imagine.

I must take another pause to mention here that I have suriphobia. Google it up to find out the meaning of that word. See! You learn something new everyday!

Anyway back to the story...

By instinct, my hands reached to my chest to brush the weight off. When contact was made, the fella actually started running around on my chest! I shit you not! I got more and more paranoid and in a matter of seconds, I was panicking like a madman sweeping my chest violently and screaming for help.

Apparently my screams for help were so loud that Pakie sleeping across the other end of the room came to see what was going on. My roommate, awake by now, grabbed me.

By then the weight was gone. But we didn't see anything.

I mentioned this to my folks and a link was somehow made to the spider that I saw earlier. Apparently these arachnids have the ability to lie flat on you in your sleep! Not literally of course. You get the point.

I had a bad dream the following night, which concluded a terrible sleep-less week for me.

Now, do you see why I failed three tests in two days?

4 December. Happy Birthday.

December is such a wet month.

This evening, I sat by the porch watching the raindrops falling. Such is the fresh smell of the rain, and of the grass. I do enjoy sitting outside even if some of the droplets splatters on me from time to time.

I felt sad as I sat there by the porch. For prior to knocking off from the day's lessons, I saw a fellow trainee, a junior, sitting inside the Chief Instructor's office.

He is under review, his nervous coursemates hovering outside told us. Meaning - he could be terminated from the training anytime the CI deems him not fit to carry on. Hence the need to sit with the CI and undergo a 1-to-1 session.

I cannot imagine how terrible that poor chap feels right now. It's not something you would wish on a fellow trainee, even if you don't like him. And the thing is, this guy under review is not at all a detestable person. In fact, he is well liked by his friends. And from my personal interaction with him, he is extremely helpful and courteous albeit a little anxious to get things done (which is not a flaw at all actually).

I wish the best for him and hope he won't get the axe.

Our current situation now is such a perilous one, I reflected. Any day, any time, someone could axe you from your training and end your career right away. You cannot afford to screw up. You cannot afford to flunk tests or your flying, even if you have not done it before ever in your life. You are expected to perform from Day 1.

The pressure we are undergoing is not something external parties can relate to easily.

I resolve to work harder and do better to avoid being under the radar. Not that I am not performing or anything, but having a larger buffer between you and the Devil always helps.

Oh yes, I have not related to you the supernatural events that have happened to me this week, night after night. It will definitely be the subject of my next post.

Stay tuned...

A very bad dream

Anyway, it was on a warm and humid Sunday night that I went to bed last night. Little did I know that I would wake up in a shock after a horrible nightmare.

In the dream, she was back. The good old days came back. Holding hands in the sunshine, tinkling glasses in restaurants, hand-in-hand walking down the streets.

It was bliss. Just like the good old happy days.

And then the dream turned into a nightmare.

Somehow we were walking along a bridge connecting two blocks of HDB flats. She was talking on the phone; I was holding her hand.

All of a sudden, she lost balance and fell off the bridge. It happened in a flash. I flailed out trying to catch her but all I caught was her phone. My clutching hand grabbed thin air as she grew smaller and smaller, her screams echoing all around. I could see her bouncing off the walls and finally came to a stop below. No one could have survived that fall.

I panicked, dialing whatever number I could get my hands on. The police emergency hotline was engaged, and so was the ambulance's. I tried running down the stairs to get help but hit a cul-de-sac.

I was running out of ideas, and very desperate. I started thinking about how to break the news to her parents.

And then I woke up.

In a shock and gasping.

What a relief when I found that it was only a dream.

For the rest of the day, I was struggling through the work as I kept thinking about the episode and also from the loss of sleep.