The Dream

He is sitting amongst candles. He doesn't know why so many of them are around him. He doesn't know how or why he is there . He is thinking as to why he is sitting there. He wants to go but there is something which is holding him back. He senses something, but is unable to discern whether it is good or bad. He doesn’t know what but he senses something is going to happen. He senses something coming towards him from some direction. He wants to run away but he is unable to. Tiny drops of sweat show up on his forehead. It is nearby….

I wake up to find myself in my bed with lights on and a mosquito humming near my ear. I thrash the mosquito, switch off the lights and try to go back to the unfinished dream, to find out what was that coming towards him.

P. S. it could be a mosquito.