Dream? or Life?

There's a famous qoute by John Lennon:

"Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans"



He comes in my dreams.
He walks towards me. He comes as a person who I can fall in love with. He does the perfect things, and says the perfect words. He comes closer and closer and gets bigger and bigger. He comes so close finally, that I can touch him. He holds my hands, sings to me. He says I look gorgeous with my hair loose in the wind. His fingers run through it.

He doesnt stop approaching towards me. He becomes big and so close that I cant see anyone around me but him. He keeps on advancing, upto a point where he starts making me uncomfortable. I complain, but he just smiles and says, he's doing that because he loves me so much. I take in the pain. His advancement doesnt stop. He hurts me now, and I'm almost bending on my knees trying to take in the pain. I start fallin down. And gradually his face changes.

His smile becomes an evil one, his eyes become blood red, his lips become wrinkly, and he starts smelling rotten. He turns into a monster. His voice changes and he screams to me that he doesnt love me. He rips open my chest, takes my heart out and squeezes all the life out of it. I fall down and he stomps on me and throws my heart down on the ground. I turn around to see him go with someone else who witnesses all this.

Suddenly I see my people around me. I look at my heart, and I dont want it any more. I want it to stop beating, so that I can die, but it doesnt. I have to live on. I have to live on for people who are around me and show them that I'm the same person I was. But how can I be the same person now? How can I come out of this hole and still be the same me? I cant. He's crippled me in ways which cant be ammended. I see him dissappear in the horizon.

If I scream for help now, people will know what he did, and will see me in this condition. I dont want that. I will put on a mask for them. The best one I have. To show them I'm the same person. It will only be me, who knows that I'm a changed person. Life for them will go on the way it was supposed to. They wont know the difference. I pick up my heart, lock it up in a safe within me and throw away the key. No one will ever dare to hurt me so bad again. No one will have access to it. I'll throw the safe away so deep within me, that even I would forget where I kept it.

I get up on my weak legs and walk away. My hair loose in the wind. But this time, no one's there to run their fingers through it, nor will there ever be.