Mia’s lucid dream reveals a sinister plot against her, allowing her to outsmart her captors while the police gather evidence to bring them down.
Copyright © Priya Florence Shah
Mia jolted awake, her heart racing, drenched in sweat. The dream clung to her like a thick fog, its vivid images refusing to fade. She had been kidnapped—by her ex, Alex, and a group of dangerous strangers.
They had a horrifying plan: to drag her down into addiction, traffic her, kill her for money, and discard her body in a landfill. The details were so real, so sharp, that even after opening her eyes, she could still feel the coldness of the room they had held her in, the malevolent gazes of her captors burning into her memory.
Sitting up in bed, Mia took a few deep breaths, trying to shake the lingering sense of dread. The logical part of her mind told her it had just been a nightmare, but something about it gnawed at her. It didn’t feel like a typical bad dream—it felt like a warning.
As she turned on her bedside lamp, the soft glow casting a comforting light across the room, Mia’s phone buzzed. A text from Alex flashed on the screen.
Hey, Mia. Been a long time. Can we meet up sometime? I’ve been thinking about us.
Her blood ran cold. The exact message from her dream.
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The next morning, Mia couldn’t shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong. The dream, Alex’s message—it all seemed too coincidental. She replayed the details in her mind: the strangers, the plot to destroy her life.
The more she thought about it, the more convinced she became that this wasn’t just a nightmare; it was something more. A premonition, maybe. But how could she explain it to anyone without sounding paranoid?
Instead of responding to Alex, Mia went straight to the police.
“I know this sounds strange, but I think someone’s planning something terrible,” she said to Detective Harper, who sat across from her at the police station.
Detective Harper, a seasoned investigator with sharp eyes and a calming presence, listened carefully. Mia described the dream in detail, every word Alex had said, the strangers’ faces, and their twisted plan. To her surprise, Harper didn’t dismiss her as a paranoid woman with a wild imagination. Instead, she leaned forward, intrigued.
“You mentioned Alex,” Harper said slowly. “And a group of people involved in trafficking.”
Mia nodded.
Harper exchanged a glance with her partner, Detective Ruiz, who had been silently taking notes. “We’ve been investigating a trafficking ring for months, and Alex’s name has come up in connection with some unsavory characters. We didn’t have enough to go on—until now.”
Mia felt her stomach flip. The dream wasn’t just a warning; it was a glimpse into something real.
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Unbeknownst to Mia, her dream had come just in time. The police had been closing in on Griff and Lana, the ringleaders of a trafficking operation that extended far beyond what anyone had initially suspected.
Alex had fallen into their orbit, manipulated by promises of wealth and revenge against Mia. They’d been planning to lure her into a meeting, just as in her dream, and carry out their sick plan.
But Mia had unknowingly thrown a wrench into their scheme by going to the police.
With her information, the police set a plan in motion. They had already been surveilling the group but hadn’t gathered enough evidence to make arrests. Now, they knew exactly what the criminals were planning. All they needed was for Mia to play along—just enough to draw them out into the open.
Harper and Ruiz wired Mia’s phone, recording every message and call from Alex. They instructed her to agree to meet him but ensured she would be under police protection the entire time. If this group was really going to try to take her, the police would catch them in the act.
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The day of the meeting arrived. Mia, sitting at the coffee shop near the park, tried to calm the nerves bubbling inside her. Her eyes scanned the room, knowing that undercover officers were stationed at various tables, listening in and ready to intervene.
Her phone buzzed. It was Alex again.
I’m almost there. This will be good for us, Mia. Trust me.
She swallowed hard, feeling the weight of the situation pressing down on her. But she wasn’t alone, not like in the dream. This time, the police were with her.
Meanwhile, across town, in a rundown warehouse, Griff and Lana were growing impatient. Alex had promised that Mia would be easy to lure in. But as they sat around their table, talking about the payout and how they’d ruin her life, they didn’t realize their words were being recorded.
The police, who had tapped their phones weeks earlier, listened as Griff detailed the entire plan. He spoke with sickening confidence about how they would drug Mia, break her spirit, and eventually sell her to the highest bidder. Lana’s laugh echoed through the warehouse as she joked about Mia’s impending demise.
Detective Harper listened to the recordings in real-time, her jaw clenched. “We’ve got them,” she muttered, signaling to her team. It was time to move.
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Back at the coffee shop, Mia sat tense, waiting for Alex to arrive. But instead of seeing his face, she heard the unmistakable wail of sirens closing in around her.
Detective Ruiz rushed over to her, whispering urgently, “We’ve got them. They’re being arrested right now.”
Across town, Griff and Lana’s operation was falling apart. Police stormed the warehouse, catching them completely off guard. Griff tried to flee but was tackled to the ground, handcuffs clamping around his wrists. Lana, in a panic, knocked over the table, shouting curses as the officers dragged her away.
Alex, the weak link in their plan, was cornered at his apartment. He didn’t resist—he had already lost everything, and now, with the police closing in, there was no escape.
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Later that night, Mia sat at home, still processing everything that had happened. The nightmare, which had felt so real, had saved her life. The group that had wanted to destroy her was in custody, thanks to the dream that had revealed their plan.
As she sipped her tea, the cool night air flowing through her open window, Mia couldn’t help but wonder if it had truly been just a dream. It felt like something more—a warning, a gift from a force beyond her comprehension. Divine intervention, perhaps.
She glanced at her phone one last time before bed. A new message had appeared. It was from an unknown number.
You were never alone. Watch closely from now on.
Mia stared at the message, her heart skipping a beat. The dream had come and gone, but the feeling lingered. Maybe she wasn’t done with the divine after all.
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