*NOTE: NO PHOTOS IN THIS BLOG; ALL PICTURES ARE ADVERTISEMENTS.
Length of blog: 500 words (approx.)
Genre: Fiction.
“I had a dream”, dear brother, Iwobi continued, “that you were calling me to check the news channels.”
“A bear creates a ruckus in a cargo plane”, the TV flashing the news headlines read, “Luggage dumped out with parachute for safety of the passengers in the plane.”
“They show CCTV footage of a live mission being completed, “Iwobi continued, “And out of the corner of my eye, I see a parachute. I turn towards the French-window and see the unbelievable.”
“I follow the parachute towards the landing area (maybe by bike)”, Iwobi continued”, “And it’s a street where all are talking about the unusual sight of how a parachute landed with a bear atop a heap of luggage. It quickly fled off hugging on to a bag. I abandon the bike and head on foot. The bear dragged a bag away along with a train of a nine to ten bags which were chained to each other.”
“It went that way”, people said as they helped me and got about their daily tasks.
“I then reach an old sky-scrapper which has been abandoned half-way at the time of construction.”
“A few kids pointed and gossiped about the sight and I enter the building in ruin.
“I cautiously enter after scoping out the gentle sloped-surroundings of the cylindrical tower. And I notice the baggage-dragged scars in the undergrowth.”
“I see that one bag is on the entrance of the ground floor – open and empty. Food trailed off onto the next floor. The building had a staircase only till the second floor. The rest of it had not been completed (and in ruin). I veer off and circle a window and see the bear rolling and relaxing in the first room.
I run down past the children with the eager news of finding the bear – sleeping. The fruit vendor closest to building, calls for help on the phone.”
I re-enter and exit towards the first floor and find all the luggage in one room. I video-call you showing you all of the luggage which is thankfully yours.”
On the call we come to know that the ten bags are yours and you describe some of the well packed deep-blue-all-weather canvas bags. One had foodstuff in it, which is obviously the one on the ground floor – open and eaten by the bear. One package is a cycle, the shape of the bag is a giveaway. We discuss about your fitness level.
And as I exit the building, the police are there and they verify that it is your luggage on the video-call itself. Apparently one of the bags has your documents in them. As I leave I see a security guard eagerly telling the arriving news people that he had collected the luggage into the room below the resting bear.
— THE END —
Kindly help in interpreting the dream.
;-P