by Divya Singh
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As the ship was coming out from the water, something struck my mind! All these events; the ship going down, falling steeply into the dark oceanic trench; seeing the lava rivers flowing before my eyes; the fear of being caught in the vortex of aerated water; I have had seen all of this. Yes! I had seen exactly the same scenes; I have even had the similar feelings in my nightmares earlier.
But not only this, my nightmare also included a beast treading through the waters, in the abyss filled with darkness and the rocks; chasing me towards the top. Well, if it did not happen exactly the same way, it cannot be concluded that it did not happen at all.
The beast was the one that I had seen in the murky waters of the ocean, on my first dive; now I realized, that my two dreams were superimposed together; forming the base of the reality which I had to face months later. I could now understand that I was having not just nightmares, instead, what I dreamed of was the reality of events happening months after.
I have had three premonitions in a row, if not precisely the same then somewhat symbolic in nature; indicative of some kind of gift in disguise; that if I had a glimpse into the future beforehand then I could choose a different course to avoid and change the future. I was beginning to analyze further into the situation but I was not wrong in doing this. It was happening and it happened three times, could not have been a mere coincidence. I was thinking about it as we surged upwards.
Soon enough the ship came over to the surface; as it got back afloat on its hull. I fell down on the floor with relief only to get up again and rush towards Devon who was in unbearable suffering. I could see, he still held his arm and was almost crying. But there was no blood, indicating the absence of open wounds. I was treading towards him, but suddenly the ship was smashed with a bang and I fell down on the ground. I lay on the ground looking towards the ceiling thinking about what would have happened. I heard people shouting-
The voices: “We have been hit! We have been hit!”
I paused a bit before getting up; I was too tired and feeble………
……….. To Be Continued!
