It all started on the dawn of 30^th December came up, woke up with an alarming dream even though it was the coldest December I was drenched in sweat. Washed my face with holly water, allowing the dreadful dream of the dead to be washed along with it..! It was a vision of a dead; not myself playing major role but me witnessing it. Thought God would reverse the roles but NO this was life and I was to carry the sight of the dead throughout my life reverberating myself the vision of the dead. Sharp 3am it was, not even able to get back to my sleep, shabby room messy bed, books laying here and there, half drunken cold coffee lying out caste on my table; not wanting by anyone. The vision of the dead was impractically unbelievable. Never being able to capture the dream clearly I lay on my bed thinking about the unclear face of the dead….it was full moon next night, the howling of the wolves made me fear the ware wolves . The same feeling of the dead after me!!May be god is switching the roles now…I was playing myself the major role!