John was an upbeat and energetic person. He had the attitude that the glass was half full and not empty. His life was going so smoothly until one day, he had a dream of falling off a flight of stairs and having a head injury. It is not the dream that troubled him but the dream following this one. Like a Netflix series, He had dreams that continued from where he left off the night before where he was dreaming about going in an ambulance, reaching the A&D, then getting admitted to an ICU.  John woke up with a worry. Every day, he had dreams about the same situation. He was puzzled and had questions as to What is it? Why do these dreams get repeated again and again to him? Was the universe trying to signal him something? Every night, he had this dream that kept going as he got admitted to an ICU, and there was a strange lady who seemed to be talking to him. Who is this lady? What does she want to say to him? Why is she crying every day? He was sure he had never met her before. With those thoughts in mind, he started his day. He went on with his routine. Unlike his dream, which was the same without many changes, his reality was full of surprises and changes.  Even though he starts his day with a routine, it never goes as expected. Today, he wanted to make a doctor's appointment for his blank spell as he forgets many things. Sometimes, he thinks his muscle memory takes over him. Because his friends, workmates, and even his best friend do not seem to notice anything odd with him. But only in mind, he seems to forget even with some basic stuff. For instance, yesterday, he was working at his desk and was sipping his cup of tea, but like a tele-transported person, he was there next to his childhood friend, Alex, and was playing video games with him the next moment. He doesn't even remember how and when he came to Alex's house from his office. He did not remember that part at all and was thinking about it the whole night, but he could not recollect it at all. He wanted to know if these forgetful incidents had any connection with that dream. Was he falling sick? Is his subconscious telling him that something is not right with him? He went back home with these thoughts and his dog came pouncing on him as soon he entered. Shaggy was his ray of hope as he always enjoyed his time with him. As he was playing with Shaggy, he wondered, "Do I have some kind of Brain Tumour? Could that be the reason for his forgetfulness?" After Dinner, he went on to his computer and googled the symptoms of a brain tumour. Besides the forgetfulness, he doesn't seem to have any other symptoms. Yes, of course, he had on-and-off headaches, but not as bad as it has been stated there. He made a note that he would make a note of his headache episodes. With those thoughts, he drifted to sleep. Once again, the same dream started to happen. He was in an Intensive ward. He saw the same lady next to him and she looked very tired, and today she looked a bit depressed. With a sigh, she started to say, "Oh, Johnathan, Please come back to me, baby. I don't think I can survive without you. Let the doctor say anything about you, but I am not giving up on you. Please, darling, come back to me. I am sure you are listening to me." With a jerk, John woke up from the sleep. "Johnathan?" why did that lady address him that? Who was she? She was familiar when she spoke but never met her in real life. They say dreams change people and faces. Why does he see the same face again and again? Why did she call him "Johnathan?" Someone used to call him that when he was young. But who was it? He did not remember it. He checked the time, and it was 4 AM in the morning. He was debating whether he should get up and do some leftover work or catch up on the sleep. But something made him sleep again. This time, he had the same dream again, but for a tiny change, he saw another person to whom the lady was talking. The man was holding her in his arms. And he was assuring her. "Grace, be strong. You will sail through this. No, we will sail through this. Let's put our decision on hold, even if, no, when he wakes up. We will take it slowly. Don't give up. Everything will be fine. Trust me for one time." John saw the lady's expression change with the word trust, and she moved out of the man's embrace. She said, "It's ok. I don't want to think about those things now. I want him to come back to me." And looked straight into John. The way she looked at John made him scared. He woke up again.  Oh God! The way she looked at him. It made him tremble. Even though it was just a dream, it felt so real. As he came out of this thought, he was shocked to see that he was sitting on a dentist's chair and was cleaning his teeth.  When? How? These were the words or the questions that were going in his head. Looking at his shocked face, the dentist asked him, "Are you ok? Is it paining or uncomfortable?" John shook his head, no, but still, he couldn't recall coming here. Did he have an appointment? When did he come here? How come he can't recollect him coming here?  John was convinced that something was wrong with him. He texted his friend, Alex, "Hey Dude, are you free Tonight? Can we catch up today?" Alex replied, "Tonight is going to be tough, man. Maybe tomorrow after work?" John replied, "Oh, is it? Ok." Alex texted back, "John. Are you ok? Is anything urgent?" "I don't know if it is urgent or not. But I definitely need to talk to you." Replied John. Alex immediately called John understood that Alex would have felt it was not like him to sound so unsure. Everyone who knew John knew that John was a person of bubbling energy and was always confident in everything he does. "Hey, dude!" John said, picking up the call. On the other side, there was no answer. "Hello!" "Hello," John kept saying. He heard a female voice. "Yes, John, why did you call me?" Hearing this voice made John irritated. Only this voice can trigger a draining negative emotion in John. It was Jessie, his ex-girlfriend. What was she doing with Alex? Alex never liked her. He called Jessie a narcissistic, self-serving person. Then what is she doing there with Alex? "What are you doing with Alex? Where is Alex?" John barked. "What are you talking? Why would I be with Alex? What do you want?"  "Hey, what are you playing at, Jessie? I got a call from Alex, but it is you who is talking. Isn't it basic? Why are you with him?"  "Are you in the right mind? Are you drunk? You called me, and now you are telling me some stories even a kindergarten kid wouldn't believe." "No, I would never call you. Why would I need a story to tell when it was me who chose to quit this relationship? I didn't call you. It was you." "Oh my God! I don't have time for this. Can you please check your phone and please do not call me ever again?" "What? Neither do I. I don't understand this." Suddenly, Jessie's voice sounded with concern. "Are you ok, John?" Oh, Holy guacamole! This lady is playing her pull-and-push game again. John cut the call without even responding to it. What was going around with him? Did that lady in the dream put some kind of spell on him? He is losing his senses. What is going on around him? Is it some kind of supernatural? But his matter-of-fact mind does not allow him to believe it. He wanted to find a solution to this. He felt so heavy and tired that he crashed into his bed. Shaggy was purring next to him. The Bengal cat was the only solace of his life. As he slept within a second, he was immediately in the same dream of the hospital and ICU, but the lady was not there this time. The room was empty. He could see himself lying in the bed. He felt scared, and he couldn't get up and explore the room. As he was struggling hard to get up from the bed, he heard the room door opening, and a nurse walked in. And pressed the intercom and announced in the nurse station, "The patient in ICU Bed 3, High Cardiac activity, BP rising." As she announced it, the lady rushed in. "What's wrong? Is he ok?" Her voice brought a strange comfort to John. He stopped struggling to get up and stayed back. "Strange, now his vitals are normal; a few minutes before, it was volatile."  John looked at the tear-filled eyes of that lady; he wanted to run and hug her. Tell her that he is fine. Then, that man who was there in the last dream walked in. John was scared, so why did he not know?   John woke up and went out to a nearby GP. He went in and saw the picture that was hung in the reception. The blood drained from his body. It was precisely the same picture as it was hung in the ICU room in his dream. This was the first he had come to this GP. So, the odds of seeing it before are significantly lower. Do most of the hospitals have similar paintings? He couldn't stop himself; he approached the lady at the desk and asked, "Is this painting very famous? I see many hospitals having this?" The lady looked confused and said, "No, it is not. As a matter of fact, this was painted by one of our patients of our old clinic building. So, it is one of a kind."  John was deeply frustrated now. He was on the brink of a breakdown. What is going on?  These questions have frequently popped into his mind for the past few days. Something is not right for sure.   He saw the lady before him, changed to a man. Now, beyond any doubt, he understood something was going on. Was it a black magic? He looked around him. Everything around him took different shapes and forms each second, and he started running as fast as possible. He was screaming, "NO... NO... Could you stop it? Could you stop it? Mom, Please help me!" when he screamed that when he realized that he had called the word "mom" after ages. He never spoke about her to anyone. He couldn't; he did not remember her. He had some regressive memory.  "oh God!" he crashed on the floor. And again, he was in the same dream. He hated the sight of it. So he assumed that he would have fallen either unconscious in the real world or, as strange as it has been, he would have walked back to his home and fallen asleep. He was amused by how he was logically analysing what would have happened to him in his dream. He thought he was more sensible here rather than there. What an irony! Grace, the lady of the dream, was holding his hand, "Please forgive me, darling. But don't leave me. I can't live without you. I was planning to leave you only for your own good. I love you more than I can tell. Please don't give up. Come back to me. Fight and find me. You are my world." and she started to weep.  A doctor walked in, "Good Morning. Have you guys decided? It has been one year since he fell in this condition. He has not been responding well."  Before the doctor could utter another word, Grace said with conviction, "No. He will wake up soon. I am not giving up on him. No.. Never."  The doctor smiled and nodded. He kept talking to him. Miracles do happen."  Grace once again said, "Come and find me." With those words, he woke up from his bed. "Ahha, I knew it. I would have come back home."  What if I am not dreaming but seeing someone else's reality? As strange as it sounds, neither his life nor his dreams were normal for the past few days. Let me try to find the lady named Grace. An excellent place to start would be hospitals. What does he know? First, there is a guy named Johnathan who is admitted to the Intensive Care Unit Second, he is on life support. Third, looking at the lady, she should be roughly 30 to 35 years old. This man should be approximately the same age. The fourth point would be that he had been in hospital for over an year.  If what John saw in the dream was true or reality, then this guy had fallen off Stairs and gone into Deep Coma. John first went to City Hospital and made a check; with great difficulty and a few flirty comments, he was able to convince the young lady at the information counter to look for any patient who fitted the above information. But to his disappointment, he couldn't find any such person. He tried his luck at two other hospitals. But one of them politely refused to answer his questions. The third hospital was more candid than the first two. They informed him," We are allowed to share information on patients with family or friends, and we can't give information to strangers."  He went to a coffee shop near the last hospital and ordered hot chocolate, which was when he saw her. Grace was there, sitting in the corner of the Cafe. He looked at her, how she looked the same, if not more beautiful. He wanted to go and hug her. He felt as though he knew her all his life.  She finished her coffee and started to walk. He followed her without even collecting his hot chocolate. She began to walk towards a house in the next block. He felt both the houses and neighbourhood were very familiar to him. He thought he had been here before but was sure he had never visited or had friends in this neighbourhood.  Grace stopped before an unduly familiar house. In a flash, he was inside the house and saw Grace and the man from the hospital dream arguing.  Grace screamed, " I am leaving you and Jhonathan. For once, you need to know what it feels like to take responsibility. I am done with your breezy and easy-going lifestyle." "Oh, come on, Grace. Why can't you be easier and enjoy life more?" "Who is going to pay the bill, George? Who? I work two jobs to meet all the bills. I take care of Jonathan. What do you do? What is your role as his father? I am done. You take care of him from this moment on. I, too, have my life." With an angry look on her face, the same look John had seen a few days back in his dream, she looked at George and said, "I am leaving you and your son." "He is our son," barked George. "I don't care." John, who was indeed Johnathan, saw the whole fight from above and ran down to run away from the house. He slipped and rolled over. Now, it all came as a flash; This is the dream, and what he thought was a dream was actually a reality. He had been in Coma for a year now.  He is not a grown adult but a young eleven years old. He thought his mom was leaving him. His mom was his whole world. Who now or then spoke about leaving him to his dad, who never cared for him or understood him.  He understood now his mom was not planning to leave him but was only treating his dad. When this reality hit him, John and his mom's. Johnathan was pulled off from this Coma, and his dream was back in the hospital room. He saw his mom, Grace, still crying next to him. "Johnathan, come to me, baby. Please come to me." John felt an extreme force pull him somewhere, and he lost his conscience.  At the same time, John, who was in the hospital bed, opened his eyes and said, "Mom, I am here, and I found you."