It’s Just a Dream

What if you went to bed one night and the next morning you awoke to find you were able to do three things that you couldn’t the night before. That can be anything: new skills, new talents. Give it your best shot.

Melody awoke with a pounding headache. She grabbed her head and moaned. She couldn’t even see straight, the pain was so intense. She rummaged through her nightstand and found the bottle of Tylenol® and spilled four pills into her hand. She put them in her mouth and shakily drank the glass of water sitting on her nightstand.

She reached for the phone and dialed the number for her boss.

“Hello,” came the female voice on the other end.

“Nancy, it’s me, Melody. I’m not going to be able to make it in today. I have a severe migraine. Will you be okay without me?”

“Yeah, sure, no problem. It’s supposed to be a slow day,” Nancy replied. “Damn, now I have to do everything myself!” Melody heard.

“What was that?” Melody asked.

“It’s no problem, Melody. Just get some rest and I’ll see you tomorrow,” Nancy replied. “I bet she doesn’t even have a migraine. Problem stayed up too late last night.” The line went dead before Melody could say anything else. She frowned, wondering if she had really heard what she thought or if it was just her imagination.

She put her pillow over her head and tried to block out all the sights and sounds around her and fall back to sleep.

After a while, the noise became unbearable, so she decided she had better get herself to the hospital. As she went to draw back the covers, she realized they were already on the floor.

That’s odd, she thought to herself, I could have sworn I felt them on me.

She went to grab some clothes out of the closet, only to watch as the door opened and her jeans and t-shirt floating through the air to land over her outstretched arm.

I must have fallen asleep and I’m still dreaming, because this is not possible!

She decided to just go with it and proceeded to get dressed. She brushed her hair and her teeth before proceeding to grab her purse (which floated through the air towards her) and she walked out the door.

The hospital was only a block from her house, so she walked there, with sunglasses hiding her eyes. The pain in her head was so acute that the light was making her want to vomit.

She noticed, as she passed by pedestrians, that they weren’t talking, but she could hear random words coming from them.

“I hope Dan remembers to pick up the kids from school today,” one redheaded lady said.

“She’s hot!” said a random teenager, presumably about a beautiful young woman walking on the other side of the street.

“Why are there never any cabs when you need one?” a gentleman in an Armani® suit said as he walked impatiently down the street.

At one point, someone bumped into Melody, and without thinking, the person was suddenly on the ground. Apparently, her mind pushed back.

“I’m so sorry,” Melody said as she tried to help the man up from the sidewalk. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, yes, I’m fine,” he said as he brushed himself off. “Just watch where you are going next time.” Melody almost told him that he was the one who wasn’t looking, but the man had already gone.

This is getting ridiculous now. I wish I could just wake up!

She finally made it to the hospital. She tried to shut out all the noise around her as she attempted to fill out all the stupid forms they have you complete before they let you see anyone.

An hour later, as she was about to leave the hospital with some Cafergot® for her migraine, she saw it. She accidentally walked past a room where a young man was being treated for a gunshot room when he flat lined. The doctors and nurses were working feverishly to save his life.

Melody watched as the spirit of the young man lingered and watched them work on his fragile body.

Melody rushed out of the hospital and all but ran back to her apartment, terrified by what she had seen. She downed a dose of the medicine they had given her, and curled up under the blankets, trying to hide from everything that was happening.

It’s just a dream, it’s just a dream, it’s just a dream, she said to herself over and over until sleep finally managed to take her.

She thought it was all over. Then she woke up the next morning, only to have it all start again, except this time, the pain in her head wasn’t as intense.


Written for: Okay, What If? based on the prompt shown above.


I am a 43-year-old, single mom of 19-year-old boy/girl twins living in an extremely small town in rural Texas. Currently, I am employed as a Site Supervisor for a prominent corporation that provides security officers for homes and businesses.

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