Prophetic

I usually don't dream much. In fact, I don't dream at all. When I do dream, in exceptional cases, they turn out to be prophetic. I quite dread to dream now...

Had a sleepless night last night. Except between 4 and 5 in the morning when I did dream.

I dreamt I was in a village someplace adjoining a jungle. I don't remember the details but I know that I was the one who had built the village and managed to help the people there get some semblance of a decent life.

And then, from nowhere, a marauding herd of tuskers went on a rampage and destroyed the whole village. I remember seeing one of them throwing someone in the air... shadows of others passing by as we hid behind walls, fearing for our lives.

And then I woke up.

And the dream's already come true.