The Chidren of the Morning Sun

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I woke up. Adam was shaking me with anxious hands. He asked, “Hey Arlene, what happened? You seemed to be very disturbed in your sleep! You tossed and turned and said something! What happened? ”
All of a sudden I realized that it was a dream. I saw all those things in a dream! Such a vivid dream! Was it only a dream? I sensed a strange pain as if I lost something. While dreaming, I hoped something to happen, something very unusual, something unexpected, something extraordinary. But Adam woke me and broke the spell of the dream.
I asked for a glass of water, I felt very dry inside and I was sweating. Adam handed me a bottle of mineral water. I quenched my thirst and thanked him. Wiping out my lips with the back of my palm, I smiled faintly to Adam. I said, “Adam, I saw a very strange dream.”
Adam asked with his usual quiet voice, “Dream? What did you see? Tell me.”
As soon as I began, I realized that I wouldn’t be able to tell him the true story. Adam will laugh and suggest me to be less imaginative. Already he was frustrated of my weird imaginations! So I modified my story little bit. Adam listened with patience and then commented that I should be more realistic whenever I go the site.
For a week or so we were working at a newly excavated site of ancient ruins. Others already measured the time of those ruins-it was really ancient, about a hundred thousand years old site.
I know I was overwhelmed by the work. But what I dreamed was so strange! I could still see the face of Khuman superimposed on the face of Adam? Or was it the face of Khush?
I tried to come out of the spell but it grabbed me tightly. I knew what Adam said was right, I should be more realistic and careful. After all we were the scientific investigators, we were not dreamers. Institution were paying us to uncover the truth, not to dream and compose stories!
I managed to give him an almost happy smile. I said,“ Yes Adam, I’ll be careful. I’ll try to be realistic. After all, it was just a dream.”
Adam went back to his bed. I lied down quietly, too. I was afraid to fall asleep. I could hear the rhythmic sound of Adam snoring and the ticking sound of the large wall-clock with precise regularity. Those repeating sounds were very boring, too. Then I heard the roaring sound of night-wind outside the window….. I was very sleepy but couldn’t sleep….I saw a sudden glitter of lightning and then heard the cracking sound of thunder…. I left the bed and stood at the window….outside was dark as black coal, only momentarily it got lit up by the lightning….a strong shower of rain was falling down like a waterfall from the sky.