OK... the other day i took an afternoon siesta. was tired from getting up too early for suhur [pre-dawn meal] and sleeping late after taraweeh [evening prayers].
it was Saturday afternoon. i had a bad dream. seemed like i was in the house here in Wum. mom was in the kitchen. cooking, i think. i was just outside in the living room trying to iron something.
for some reason, there was water on the floor. i knew that. still i reached for the outlet to plug the iron in. i was thinking to myself this isn’t such a good idea. but i went ahead. and it happened. i felt the buzzing in my head. even my body shook.
but my wits stayed with me. i tried to ground my feet to the floor to no avail. i wasn’t cursing or screaming but i can’t remember if i invoked God’s name. the dream ended as soon as the current seemed to stop running through my body and i realized, at the very least, i was alive.