A world waiting to be explored


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He could never figure out why he had such dreams. It was one of those nights when he got up from sleep, yet again. It was the same dream which had been haunting him from the past few days, or months, perhaps he did not remember how long exactly!

He was sure the dream had nothing to do with him or his life or anyone related closely to him, for that matter. Yet something had started to exist for him. The world that the dream had created.

Being disruptively woken up from sleep, he was searching for the glass of water that he always used to keep by his bedside. His restlessness was increasing in proportion to the time spent in searching. He switched on the lights to find out that the glass wasn't there. Perhaps, he had forgotten, though it hadn't ever happened, that is what he said to himself.

After gulping in some water, he sat down to placate himself, and jot down everything he felt like sharing. His diary was his companion in such times. He started to script down the nightmare. It was like a big stone, rather a boulder rolling towards him, and increasing in size just like a snowball does when rolled in a terrain covered by snow. It used to scare the wit out of Karan, and that night was no exception.

As he was through with writing his experience, happened something. If Karan thought that the nightmare could be worse, then the worst was yet to come!
The words penned down on that piece of paper started to move. With the night getting murkier and such an unusual horrifying phenomena in progress, Karan had almost lost it, he was breathing hard, and losing breath at the same time.
The words rearranged themselves to form a pattern, he noticed that almost every word he wrote was an anagram. Out of all that he had written, the words mingled to form:

It is not a dream Karan, it is more than that!
Something that you did in the past has come back to haunt you!
You can't run away, there is no escapism, there is no looking back!
Your wrongdoings date back deep from the past!
As far as you can think,your previous life perhaps!
Yes, Karan, you have re-incarnated!
Make rectifications, else the storm of torment continues!
It's a Revenge, boy, It's a bloody Revenge!!!

The words started to move out from the sheet and loomed large over him. He was terrified and the impact of the happening was so profound that it took a toll on him, Karan fell unconscious. The effect was so dominating that it fell beyond the reach of human comprehension.

When he got up, he found himself lying on the floor, with a sheet in his hand, that read Revenge-a movie review
He realized he had slept being in the process of initiation of writing a review for the movie Revenge
Karan was still trying to come to terms with the fact that what happened last night. May be it was just a dream inside a dream, which had no significance except for being a nightmare, namesake!
Or may be that there was some substantial thing tagged with that night, a revenge for something done in the past! Who knows!

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