Every night, it was the same weird dream.
Night after night, I was being chased by a double-headed wolf in a vast jungle. Panic would fill my entire gut and I would run, desperately searching for a way out. Away from this ferocious dog! Every time, I would stupidly look over my shoulder and would see rows of sharp canine teeth with drool dripping from their gaping mouths. As if they were ready sink into my flesh any time now...
And like every dream, I would chance upon a bright light and I would lit up in happiness as I rushed towards it. Only for it to disappear when I was a couple steps away from freedom. Desperate for an escape, I would continue moving forward until my face slammed onto a hard, stone wall that was intent on keeping me in. I would punch on the wall till my fists bled and I would yell till my throat went hoarse.
And then I would hear loud, intimidating growls behind me. Then I knew. And once the sharp teeth grazed my skin, I would scream in agony as I jolted awake, bathed in sweat. Fear gripped my throat as I darted my panicked gaze around my dark room. As if the double-headed wolf would materialize out of nowhere and attack me once more.
Since it was a recurring dream-no...a NIGHTMARE, I gradually believed that it would come true in due time. It was sending me a message. Or at least trying to. I had no idea what such monstrous dream meant. I only cared whether it meant good news or bad news. But of course, with the same horrible fate that I ended up with, it surely could not be good.
Months later, my mother's ecstatic screams instantly caught my attention. I lifted my gaze from the book I was reading and asked her what was the matter.
She shot me an unrestrained grin and I felt my stomach sink.
"I'm expecting twins."
Gulp.
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