The Night In My Brain

I spend a casual day at work and spend time with my friends enjoying and having fun after work. As soon as I got home I changed my clothes and laid on my bed and it did not take me long to fall asleep. That’s when weird things started to happen in my dream world. I happen to find myself in a big room with shelves filled with a lot of folders. While scanning the room with my eyes standing at the door, I was anticipating where I am and why I am here. After I calmed myself, I made my first step and realized that the room is divided by three shelves separated by a window with a candle in it.

I dropped my eye on the shelf nearest to me and started to see the name tags on the folder. The folders on this shelf were white in color and had so many good aspects of my life that made me feel proud of myself. Some of the folders are labeled by the phrase name such as helping the needy; Caring for senior citizens; respecting parents, and more other great moral values that I have done throughout my lifetime. I was thinking of myself as one of the good peoples on earth as I go from folder to folder. After I examined all the folders on the shelf, I was so eager to see what's on the other two shelves. I made my step in a rush to the next shelf which is separated only by a window with the candle. But, the room immediately got dark and only the candles in the window were left glowing.

I could barely see the room because of the shadow effect the candles created. The moment it gets dark, I can feel happiness and pride goes away and is replaced by fear and dilemma. I took some steps backward, wishing the light would come up again and I could go away from this room. However, there was no chance of that to happen, so I decided to move forward slowly and explore the folders. When I reached the second shelf, It was filled with light black folders with a name tag the same as before. But, the tags were very disturbing to me because they were bad things I have done in my life until today. I was very frustrated and scared at the same time when I saw some immoral actions I have done alone on the label. I was asking myself who wrote these folders and how could they know about the things I did and that spikes the stress level through time. Lying, stealing, insulting, and many more immoral and illegal activities of mine were written all over the folder. After watching all the folders, I tried to burn them with the candle in the window but they reappeared again and again. I was so clueless and scared that others will find out about my negative sides. I lost my hope and just sat down beside the shelf and started feeling sorry from my heart and crying out loud. All the folders began to fall by themselves to the ground and landed on my teas. When I lit the papers using the candle in the window, it fired up and turned to ashes. It was a relief watching those folders burn and now I am ready to proceed to the next and last shelf.

The third shelf was full of dark black folders and I rarely could see the labels. It was very scarier than the prior one not only due to its darkness but also the ghost sound that comes out from each folder. I picked the first folder and tried to read the name tag, but my hand immediately started shaking and my heart began to beat very rapidly. I tried to see some of the tags even if I was shaking and sweating. Every folder contains the extremely bad things I did and could not even speak of. I could not read the whole file as It made me feel empty and hate myself. I wanted to kill myself and get it over with because I thought I could not live with this all guilt in me afterward. But, I remembered that the folders on the prior shelf were lit by my tears as a fuel and the candle in the window. Thus I gave it a try but the sounds got even louder and the folders darker. I do not know what to do to get out of this scary room. I began shouting and saying sorry by naming all those who suffered from my bad actions while I was crying. The sound started to lower up and folders began to go down the same way they did before and get burned up by the candle in the window.

As soon as the burning ends, the lights go up again and make the room brighter than ever before. When I watched the room carefully, I found that the first shelf stayed as before and the other two shelves were filled with new and blank tag folders. I realized that regretting from the bottom of my heart and saying sorry truly is a fuel to burn bad memories and start a new one. I considered this as a sign for me to correct my mistakes in life and start doing moral and ethical things. When I woke up in the morning, I decided to do good in my life.