I was on the bus with Alina. There were plenty of empty seats, and we sat by the driver’s side window. We were talking about our upcoming date, discussing dinner, when suddenly the bus shook violently. It was supposed to be a big bus, not supposed to roll so much, but it went from one side to the other. Alina grabbed my hand, there was genuine horror in her eyes, and when her lips parted trying to tell me something, the bus came off somewhere, and we flew down.
I opened my eyes in fear, feeling my heart pounding somewhere in my throat. I immediately started groping for the other half of the bed, but my girlfriend wasn’t there. Scared out of my mind, I quickly jumped out of the bedroom and noticed Alina in the kitchen. The dream impressed me so much that I immediately jumped up to the girl and hugged her tightly. She laughed and dodged my hot breath, saying she was ticklish and reminding me that she would be so late for the tourist bus to Prague. She had wanted to go for a long time, had barely gotten tickets, and they were going with a friend. If it had been possible, I would have gone, too, but work wouldn’t let me go.
– Please don’t go tonight. I had a bad dream.
Alina only laughed, not believing in any kind of lucid dreams. She said she would go anyway, she wasn’t going to travel alone.
I drove to work all nervous and my heart nearly pounded when about ten in the morning, when the bus was supposed to leave, I got a call from Alina. She wasn’t going anywhere – she was stuck in traffic and didn’t make it to the station, but even her friend wasn’t going because the bus they were supposed to leave in had had a terrible accident not far from the station. It overturned with passengers and there were a lot of police and ambulances near the station.
So how do you not believe in a dream? They say that if a dream shocks you, if you can’t get it out of your head, it must be true.
