By SheelaR

I once read that some dreams aren’t just dreams; they are windows into another realm where you truly exist. After last night, I’m a believer. The experience was so visceral that I can no longer ignore the possibility.

In the dream, I was walking through a notorious stretch of Detroit: Mack and Bewick. Anyone from the city knows the reputation of that area. It was around midnight, and while I didn’t know why I was out, I had the distinct sense that I lived nearby.

Suddenly, he swung a horsewhip, striking me directly across the face. I bolted, cutting through side streets to lose him, desperate to reach the safety of my home just blocks away. The moment I made it inside, I jolted awake.

As I passed a well-known check-cashing store, a burly man began trailing me, looming just off to my right. Despite the late hour, the street was surging with people, vibrating with an unsettling, Mardi Gras-like energy. Even in the crowd, I was acutely aware of him, and I was filled with fear. 

I wasn’t just shaken; my heart was racing, and my breathing was labored. Most terrifying of all, my bottom lip was red and throbbing with a sharp, localized pain exactly where the whip had landed. You cannot convince me that what I experienced wasn’t real.

I’ve been mentally and physically stressed out, maybe it was all just a dream. what do you think? Are dreams real? Do we exist in another realm when we close our eyes at night?