Prolouge

Are dreams real? or are they just some abstract of your memories replaying in the subconscious?

Ever since I was a child, I dreamt a variety of dreams; some were bright and peaceful, while others would wet my bedsheet. There were also some strange ones that were so close to reality that you would think of them as some part of your memory that you had long forgotten.

These strange ones were so close to reality that sometimes I wonder if I experienced them sometime in the past. Since their frequency was every 30 to 45 days, I did not pay attention to them as much.

But after some years, the frequency of these strange dreams became more frequent, and not just that, they became a little more realistic.

If I recall correctly, three years ago on my 16th birthday, I had a horrible dream.

Normally I wouldn't be concerned about something like that, but a few years ago I had a similar kind of dream. A dream where my grandfather died.

And today I dreamed that it was my parents who would die today in an accident on the road across the Grand Mall. There were no specific details on how or when this would happen. All I knew was to not let them go near the grand mall.

So I requested that we celebrate my birthday in the house this time, but they never listened. They insisted they had taken a day off from work and said they had a surprise planned for me. I didn't have a choice, so I asked if they had planned it in the Grand Mall. I was delighted by their reply. They said the place we are going to celebrate is on the other side of the mall.

We went to a business and shopping mall. There we watched movies, celebrated my birthday, had lunch, and played air hockey with my father. I was living the best moments of my life. I would never desire anything more than this.

Around 6 p.m., we left the mall to return home; it was office time and people were returning from work. Normal roads would be busy, so Papa decided to take a detour. Is tighter than usual, but it was better with less traffic. I thought my dream would be just a dream this time around. That's what I really hoped for.

But.......

Around 6.50 p.m., while we were driving on the highway, I requested that Papa stop the car nearby for a bathroom break. They asked me to hold as the home is around 20 minutes away, but I insisted that I had been hoofing for quite a while.