At that same instant I must have opened my eyes and right in front of me was my mother. She was shaking my shoulders and wiping my forehead with a towel. I screamed again because she had being transformed into my mum. After quite a while I finally realised I was lying on my bed. My own bed! My clothes were soaked. By then I knew that sitting by my side was indeed my mum and not the lady ghost in the terrible dream.
I hugged my mother tightly; something I had not done since I was a little boy. I felt comfortable and safe in her arms. I could not sleep and just laid there.
Slowly my mum asked, "Did you have a bad dream?"
"Yes, mum. A terrible nightmare! A ghost! I dreamed a ghost," I replied. I left out the details and the similarity between the encounter and the scene in the dream.
My mother said, "Well, I guess you will not go for another horror movie after this. Sleep now and forget about it."
She left me to sleep and I slowly dozed off again. It seemed really strange how the words and comfort of a mother could work wonders. This time I really slept without being disturbed. It was broad daylight and the cockerel was crowing loudly.
I hugged my mother tightly; something I had not done since I was a little boy. I felt comfortable and safe in her arms. I could not sleep and just laid there.
Slowly my mum asked, "Did you have a bad dream?"
"Yes, mum. A terrible nightmare! A ghost! I dreamed a ghost," I replied. I left out the details and the similarity between the encounter and the scene in the dream.
My mother said, "Well, I guess you will not go for another horror movie after this. Sleep now and forget about it."
She left me to sleep and I slowly dozed off again. It seemed really strange how the words and comfort of a mother could work wonders. This time I really slept without being disturbed. It was broad daylight and the cockerel was crowing loudly.
