"I was driving and I was supposed to pick my grandmother up at the beach. Why she was there was still unsure to me at this moment. When I got there, the place looks horrible. I saw my grandmother and got down from the car. And what she was doing terrified me. She was trying to cover up easily 100 dead bodies. I asked her what is she up to. She told me there was a tsunami and she wants to hide the bodies. I wondered why and questioned her doings but she said to just let her and I did.
I waited in the car because the smell of the rotten bodies was getting to me. I felt like puking.
I waited some more until she was done. Not long after, she came. I asked her over and over again if she had left anything at the site. It was like I was making sure she did not leave any prints or evidence behind. It was like she killed those people back there. She was sure but I wanted to be very sure. So I drove her up to the site and switch the carlights to the double lights and she looked around and was positive about not leaving anything behind. It was then that I noticed that there was a police patrol car by the side of the road. I tried to remain calm. I don't know why I had to. It is not like we killed anyone.
I drove back in silence. Only spoke once in a while to question my grandmother's actions. I still wondered why she had to cover up those bodies. I asked her to go over to the police to tell of the incident but she refused. It is weird though that no one else seems to know that tsunami hit that beach.
We reached home eventually. The next morning, we would go to the beach again. But the beach would look so different now. There would be shophouses at the part of the beach which is supposed to be the sea. But the bodies were still there alright. We were there to jog.
We jogged from the death site to another end and again, I asked my grandmother to go to the police. Yet again, she refused. I knew that I was beginning to get on her nerves. But I have to try convincing her that telling the police is the best thing to do.
After one round, we saw many police patrol cars rushing into a part of the beach. Grandmother panicked and was soaked in sweat. I was too. I couldn't tell why though. Thankfully, it was not the death site they were after.
They had found another body. A body of a pretty tanned looking man. He was huge too. He had cuts on his body. Probably a victim of the tsunami. Coroners came and check him up. Then they bagged him and left. I saw all that together with some other nosey people. Again, I felt like puking. The smell was just horrible.
While they were bagging the man, I left the scene for a bit. I spoke to a female Indian officer. She was as old as my grandmother and was still on the force. Amazing. She asked what was I doing and I panicked at that question. I asked her to repeat her question and when she did, she only wanted to know what I was currently studying. I told her and when I was getting around what my grandmother did, they were done with the body and she had to leave.
Grandmother and I left for home. And suddenly, I knew what happened on the beach that day. (This is probably where this nightmare gets crappy and funny). "I remember I was cycling. On the way back, I stopped at Ili's house. We talked for a bit. Her house was huge and terribly messy. A rat could go in and lost its way in there. Then I continued to cycle to the place my family was having a picnic. Halfway there, the water level rose. It was scary and I was already cycling in the water. I don't know how it is possible but I did. When I reached the site my family was, I noticed they did not look like my family at all but they actually are.
They were some sort of pirates. Dancing and singing away. It is like I was in Pirates of the Caribbean. Anyway, I tried to convince them that a huge wave was coming in but the refused to listen. All of them would die and I would be the only one surviving the wave."
Grandmother and I reached home again. To my absolute horror, the bodies were stacked on my grandmother's bed now. It was horrible. I asked her why they were there but she couldn't answer. All I knew was that she was hiding something. Something I couldn't get her to spill.
I left and returned the next morning. I was still sleepy and of all places, she made me sleep on her bed. With the bodies. I obeyed for some unknown reasons. After kicking some of the cold, rotten bodies, I gave up trying to sleep. It was horrible. I ran out of the room and I threw out.
And then grandmother decided to hang those body up behind Uncle Bob's room door. Again, I have no explanation for this action of hers. But I do remember that their bodies would fall down and only their undergarments would remained hanging.
Soon, Aunt Jenny came by and she pinched my chin a lot. Matt said mum likes that too and I laughed my first laugh in days. We then sat outside the house, talking. Matt seemed to be missing at this point but grandmother joined us. After a while, I keep giving signals to her to let me fill Aunt Jenny up. She agreed and I pulled Aunt Jenny into Uncle Bob's room immediately and showed her the back of the door.
"Why are there so many bras and underwears?" she asked. That was pointless to answer at the moment. I asked her to look down and what she saw astonished her.
She commanded us to bring the bodies to the garden. We did and she then attempted to get rid of the bodies by spraying high pressure water against them. I guess she was hoping the pressure of the water would break the body tissues from the bones and then go into the ground. She did it with Joycelyn, a cousin of mine.
It was then that a police patrol car had to pass. I told grandmother to get a cloth to cover up the garden. She hesitated. I do not know why. Eventually, they left but turned back and stopped right in front of the house and came in. I ran straight into the house, stumbling as I reached the kitchen. I gasped for air as I fell on my knees and puke some more. The smell of the bodies and fear was taking a toll on me. Matt comforted me but it wasn't enough.
I then went out to see the cops. There were already so many of them and they were investigating the bodies and questioning grandmother. She was very calm. One officer then came up to me and interrogated me. I told them everything I knew, including visiting Ili as I thought I needed an alibi and about the tsunami. Everyone was skeptical about the tsunami. I guess no one knew. I was told to get Ili. Brinda, who was now a police officer called her but no answer. I was given time to get her.
So I went to her house and then called Brinda from there. Strangers In The Night by Frank Sinatra was her caller ring tone. I felt happy hearing it and I wondered if I could call her for fun to hear it."
Then I woke up. Covered in sweat. Cold sweat. -Phew!!!- It was only a nightmare. A really horrible one but it was not reality.
It's funny how things was so crappy in the nightmare but I couldn't tell I was dreaming. I am glad I did though.
And although it may sound really crappy to all my readers, let me tell you that I was terrified in my sleep and when I woke up, I still was and I still am when I was recalling this.
