I had a dream that felt like a short film—vivid and real. It started with me walking into the guest room of my house. There was a boy I didn’t recognize reading a book, and my mother was sitting on the bed doing some sewing. I thought, “Maybe my mother knows him.”

I stepped outside and noticed a bike parked inside the boundary wall and a few boys standing outside the gate. Curious, I went back in and asked the boy if something was going on. He didn’t respond, but his expression suggested that something wasn’t right.

Then, as I went outside again, the dream began to evolve. More characters appeared—girls and boys—near the gate. I began to understand that this might be a love triangle or relationship issue the boy was hiding.

I went back inside and told the boy, “Someone is waiting for you outside—maybe your girlfriend. Go and sort things out.” I thought it was just a small misunderstanding among friends.

But soon after, when I went outside again, I saw the boy beating the girl. I immediately stepped in and stopped him. That’s when the dream ended

What Struck Me Afterwards

Only after waking up did I realize something powerful:
My mind was creating the entire story as I experienced it, but I didn’t know it at the time.

The dream kept developing—new characters, new plot twists—without me being aware of where it was going. I was both part of the story and reacting to it, but not in control of how it unfolded. It was only after I woke up that I saw how complex and creative the mind can be—even when we’re unaware of it in the moment.