Chapter Two

The chill had set in, not like a visitor but as a long lost friend. Retaking its place amidst the chaos that was burning inside. What was it about the atmosphere that seemed so familiar, like Déjà vu? Nothing made sense anymore, nothing looked out of the ordinary, yet there I was standing in the middle of it all.

Was it only a dream? Or a nightmare? Had I fallen into one of those sleep paralysis? I knew for a fact that I was aware of my surroundings. Of all the dreams I've dreamt, woken up to, or had been interrupted by my alarm, this didn't feel right. 

I did what any logical person in a horror movie would do and started exploring. One step at a time, right foot first, followed by the left. I didn't know what my destination would be, or what I would come across, I knew the answer lay ahead of me, no matter how far that was.

Then it happened again, I woke up with a start, feeling exhausted, drenched in sweat. It had been the third time that I failed to procure it. The third time in the same month, always the same dream, always the same scenario.

Who did I think I was? Indiana Jones? Not at all, Indy had all the luck in the world and a lasso too, wish I had it on my person as well whenever I saw that dream.

You see, I've been having this recurring dream, it all started like any normal dream would, I'd be placed in a scenario, not of my making, things would play out as usual, and then I'd spot it: A fridge. Maybe I am too old to be scared of fridges but not this one. 

For the child in me, this fridge contained every single bit of chocolates to have ever existed. You had your Toblerone to Lindt; Mars Bars to Reese's; it made the trolley witch's cart in Harry Potter look like a joke.     

I guess my sweet tooth craving had gotten so far out of hand that it had to make its appearances in dreams that had nothing to do with chocolates or sweetness for that matter. What was the universe telling me? Probably that I will never reach that fridge and eat those chocolates until my teeth rot or I get a sugar overdose.

It did remind me of my childhood for a moment when I used to open the freezer and spot that small bag of chocolates lying amidst the frozen peas and ice tray.

It meant happiness, it meant a time when things were simple, where the only consequences of our actions would lead to being scolded by our parents. Maybe the message from that fridge was loud and clear, that the memory of the childhood I once had has come to an end, it's time I move on and seek out things that don't just belong in the fridge but are enough to fill the entire room.

One thing that's for certain is if I ever get my hands on that fridge, I'll be raiding it for sure. 

Dream or not.