The Real Neat Blog Award

Well to start of with a Real Neat Award Speech, I would like to thank… Sounds boring, right? If only words could express everything my soul felt this very moment then by the Almighty’s grace I’d be one heck of a writer!
But on a much serious note, I’d like to thank Ms.Pratyusha, for even considering me as a nominee, this means a whole lot to me. So thank you once again.

Award Rules:
• Thank the nice person who nominated you and ping back.
• Complete the task your nominator assigns.
• Nominate several bloggers—up to seven, if you like!
• Give them a challenge to complete, and share these rules.
• Include the logo, above, in your acceptance post.

Task given by Ms.Pratyusha :

Describe the best dream you have seen in your sleep. Can you relate it with your life?

I had a dream once, it was a weird one. It was an unusual one, I usually dream about going places or people leaving me. I don’t have bad dreams, but neither do I have pleasant ones! That night I did dream about a beach,well that’s not the weird part. In that dream I saw people moving along which was quite normal. They were having a gala time, I was basking in the sun on the beach. The Sun was about to set, my phone buzzed, I picked it up. I heard a calm soothing voice, the person on the other end called me to a terrace. The next thing I know, I’m running, I’m running fast I move past the crowd, I reach a two storied building, there’s a stair case to the top. I quickly make my way up. And that’s where I see a tall figure sitting on the edge, the same soothing voice breaks my thoughts, he calls me near him, not turning though. I run towards him and hug him from behind, he clutches on to my hand. I like that feeling, the warmth, he gently removes my hands and helps me sit next to him, his right hand into my left hand. They seem so perfect together! The wind blowing, the sun setting, the waves crashing on to the shore,it was perfect. It’s not the setting that’s perfect but it’s how close, safe and secure I felt at that moment. And then we’re running down the stairs, we’re amongst people I’ve lost him. The tears start to roll down, I’m searching the crowd, I can’t find him, my head hurts, my chest seems to contract, I’m shriveling into nothing. This was usual, people come into my life to leave me. I  was used to this part of dreaming. Just when I thought the dream was over, a tap on my shoulder is what makes this dream unusual and weird.  He was there, he hugged me tight, he didn’t leave me. I hugged him back, my tears wetting his shirt. As he laughs I can feel the reverberations through his chest.It felt surreal, he held me tight, he wasn’t letting me go, he whispered sweet words into my ear. And when he hugged me time stopped, everything around us stopped.This was it, I felt complete, he completed me. Alas, I woke up to only knowing it was a dream!

In reality, no prince charming never did hold me by the beach. But every time he does hug me the world around me stops, every time we have a conversation its etched in my memory. Cities apart but hearts together, technology connected souls, I’d say. Truth is he hasn’t left after I opened my box of darkness, and that must say a lot.

Task for nominees: If you could change one and only one mistake made in the past, what would that mistake be and why?

And the Nominations are: *roll drum roll*

  1. morganbradham
  2. John White
  3. Elan Mudrow
  4. Bernice Blogs

Peace,

Chaotic

 

 

 

 

3 Comments Add yours

  1. Pratyusha says:

    Wow !! The dream would have been perfect, only if it were a reality. Hope you find that prince charming, who stops your heart beat and the world comes to a standstill when you are in his embrace 🙂

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    1. ChaoticMess says:

      I absolutely did 🙂 Well, just not how in the dream, but I found him 🙂

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      1. Pratyusha says:

        That’s nice 🙂

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