Dream diary 15 : Leaving before the dark hits.

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The Court & The File

​It started in a huge Court building. There were so many elevators that I was getting lost. Suddenly, I saw my old college friend who is now a lawyer. She was rushing to a court case. She stopped and gave me a file.

"Please, join me later and give this back to me during the hearing," she said. "I really need this file for the case." She went inside, leaving the important file with me.

​Magic & The Car

​I had to get home. I used my magic to create a bicycle, but then I remembered: I was too slow last time and forgot the code. So, I changed it into a fast, modern car.

People came around with phones to record me. I used my magic to block them. Their screens went blank and they couldn't upload anything. I wanted my privacy, so I drove away quickly.

​The Spaceships & My Eyes

​I was on my way when suddenly, even though it was only 4:00 PM, the sky turned dark and cloudy. Many spaceships appeared in the sky. They were searching for me with bright red lights.

I hid in an empty building, but they found me through a small hole. When the light hit my face, they saw my eyes. One eye was pitch black, and the other was a glowing blue-green. They just stood there, staring at my strange eyes.

​The Home & The Warning

​I reached home and saw it was broken. I used my magic to fix the house instantly. I closed all the curtains so they couldn't track my location. On my sofa, I found small, doll-like alien children. I caught one girl.

She cried, "They are coming to take me at 1:00 AM! You don't have much time!" I felt sorry for her and said, "Don't worry. Stay here safely. When they come at 1:00 AM, I will go with you and make sure you reach your home safely."

​The Final Goodbye

​The next day, I went back to the Court with the file. People were talking about the danger, but I told them: "I only have time until 1:00 AM. It doesn't matter what you do. I am leaving while it's still day because I don't want them to hunt me in the dark."

On the wall, I saw a photo of a girl with a flower garland. She was dead. I couldn't believe it—she was perfectly fine yesterday.

​The Last Supper

​I reached home. At 4:00 PM, it started getting dark again. I wondered what happened to my magic car, but I had more important things to do. I cooked spinach and roti for my father. The first one was good, but the others were a bit burnt. I gave him the good ones, feeling a bit sad that they weren't perfect.

I didn't tell my family that I was leaving at 1:00 AM. I watched TV and rested, trying to act normal. I told the alien girl, "Let's rest for a while before we leave."

​The Reality

​I felt like it was time to leave... and suddenly, I woke up.

The room was quiet. I looked at the clock. It was exactly 4:00 AM.

The car was gone, but the magic was still inside me. I had reached home safely before the darkness could catch me.

De-coding the Dream

​I just woke up, and the clock is exactly 4:00 AM. It’s the same hour that brought darkness in my dream, but here, it brought me back to safety. Looking back at what just happened, I realize this wasn't just a "weird dream"—it was a test I passed.

  • ​The Shift in Power: I started as a student in that massive court, overwhelmed by elevators and files. But I ended as a Guardian. When I looked at that alien girl and promised to return her home safely at 1:00 AM, I stopped being the one being hunted. I realized that my magic isn't just for making things—it’s for protecting others.
  • ​The Two-Toned Eyes: Those eyes—one pitch black, one glowing teal—weren't a curse. They were my true identity. The spaceships were searching for that "difference." I’ve realized that what makes me "odd" or "alien" to the world is actually my greatest strength.
  • ​The Lesson of the Roti: Cooking that last meal was my reality check. I felt the pressure of the 1:00 AM deadline, and I worried about the "burnt" parts not being good enough for my father. But then, I just sat down and enjoyed the dinner. I’ve learned that I don’t have to be perfect to be powerful. Intentional love is enough.
  • ​The Magic vs. The Tool: The magic car I made to escape the crowd is gone now, but I’m not worried. I’ve realized that the car was just a tool, but the magic is in me. I can recreate what I need, whenever I need it.

​Final Thought: I faced the 4 PM darkness and found my way to the 4 AM light. I’m no longer afraid of the deadline. I’m ready for the mission. I am glad it was just a dream.

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