مسعود

In the middle of every month, and when the moon is complete, this dream comes to me, all the fingers of my left hand, with the index finger of my right hand, cut one after the other, cut by people I know well, and every time a finger is cut, blood begins to flow from its place, and I am completely resigned, only screaming and hurting with each finger that is cut. After my fingers are fully cut, my father comes during the day, picks up the cut fingers from the ground, washes them, cleans them, and puts them back in their places, so my fingers return to how they were, then I wake up from my sleep, check my fingers, then wipe the sweat that drips from my face, and see red blood that stained my hands. That is how it seems to me when I first wake up, almost suffocating, and after all my senses wake up, I realize it was a dream, so I do not know then, am I afraid or reassured? Happy or sad? Proud or ashamed? And so the situation continued, every month, this dream visited me.