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.