Mercury Travels

So finally sleep pervades for the short time it does. I had the most random collection of dreams, out of which, I don't even remember a tenth of them...But this one i remember distinctively! I was in Accra, with the SUN and the HEAT and the SNOWLESS surrounding...ahh just thinking about it makes me so jealous!!! - and I was working in Mercury Travels. This time, the whole place was changed. It was all bigger and had like 3 boss spaces instead of 2 ... and my bosses were bullying me. I don't remember what about, but it was funny. And then someone walked in... and had the audacity to try and fire me. But then I showed them my resignation letter and I walked out. And then I woke up.

I think it was such a random dream, but maybe it shows that I miss home alot!!! Even if it means waking up early and going to work only to be bugged by bosses...one mean one and one nice one. Ah well....fun times!

Fright night!!

Finally could remember a dream after sooo long! I am posting at the end of the day so it's not as clear as it might have been. I was transported back apparently to my boarding school days. This time however it was not a happy return. At night when we were all in our dormitories (approx) 30 kids to a dorm there was this ugly ass monster that used to come and take somebody away. It was huge and ugly and had these enormous wings! We were pretty much all scared shitless to say the least. For some reason Mr. Lavinder Singh was in this dream. He was supposed to be our hero who comes and saves the day, but alas the monster takes him away as well and that was the end of this dream. I actually woke up after with my heart beating quite fast, which never happens to me.
Strange dream... freaky dream... scary dream.

Dreamless???

Yo! Long time :) ...

So I read alot of everyone's dreams, and I'm jealous!!! Because I can't sleep. So I can't dream!!!

And you changed your blog, boss...It's been long! But this DA is back ... I think. If I can get some sleep, and start dreaming, that is!

Super Ship Dead Planet

This is a dream I had last night and made me feel kind of calm, safe, worried and feel like a big hero all at the same time. I guess its easier to explain the dream if I say that it was more like one of those old school Bond movies. The only thing different was that I was a combination of Bond and Dr. Evil. MUUAAAHHHHAAHAHAH!!! Here we go...

SO, I am this really suave, debonair, sophisticated, sexy, crazed, dual personality, mega rich indrustrialist lunatic who thinks he is GOD!! I know that the world is suffering and that global warming is wreaking havoc on our planet. I know nobody is doing anything about it. I guess I felt that I had to take it on myself to build an ARK and save whatever was important to me. So, over the years I take control of or buy up large factories and steel mills and ship yards all over the world. I get the worlds top cruise ship designers and builders and other scientists and have them design and build me an unsinkable, never before envisioned or built, mega, super cruise ship armour plated tank kind of ship. I mean the ship is bigger than any cruise ship or oil tanker we have today, and is built up very strong like an impenetrable armoured tank. Its a big community of people I have on board and I am the king, the ruler, and the crazed captain. I make sure that I had a lot of hot, sexy girls on board. Of course, I had henchmen too. I remember taking the maiden voyage just about the time, when the world weather was going crazy. There were hurricanes and typhoons and monster waves, and they were killing people all over the place, but I had it all good on my ship. The community was safe on board. I could see twisters on land and I could see volcanoes erupting and the whole regions just getting decimated. I went far out to sea, and we were safe out there even though there were all these calamities occuring everywhere. The ship was impenetrable to huge waves and all that.

Then, I felt all powerful and shit, and my power goes to my head. I dock the ship outside some big country and everyone there sees my ship and wnats to come aboard...important people are trying to come on board using their helicopters and shit, and then some terrorists bastards try to take over the ship and start firing their RPGs. But the ship is very well protected. We "lock down" the ship and all the armour plating goes around the ship, all the windows close, and everyone is protected and the ship is in lock down mode. Nobody IN and nobody OUT!!

For some strange reason, I dont know why I didnt have any ship building technology which was newer. The ship had newer systems in regards to navigation and propulsion and all that though. The ship kind of looked like a dark drab color and had metal plates and rivets and that kind of a look from 20000 leagues under the sea. But inside it was all pimped out. It had gardens, and malls, and people and animals. Then, I dont rememebr much, and I see the ship is out at sea, and the world is dying. We open up to the main deck and I see the sky is dark and armegeddon was upon us. Everywhere you could see water spouts. I look over the land and all I could see was smoke and darkness in the clouds. I dont think anything was alive. And then we started losing control of the ship and it slowly started breaking up and there was fire and smoke everywhere,a nd we slowly sunk into the sea. I wasn't going crazy and all, but it seemed that I was the last one to go down with my ship. Everyone who tried to jump off, also died cos the world was ending and there was nothign anyone or any technology could do.

Sorry, but when we were all dead, I didnt feel any sadness, or grief, or dissapointment. It kind of felt calm and felt like it was the right thing to happen to the planet. It felt like it was time for renewal, time for the new cycle of life to start from our deaths and thats how life is, I guess!!

"Bad Dreams"

"The power that is not good--that is, the power that causes misfortune--is, after all, only a bad dream. The life that is not good--that is, disease--is, after all, only a bad dream. All discords and imperfections are, after all, only bad dreams.It is our bad dreams that give power to disease, misfortune, discord, and imperfection.It is like being tortured by some demon in our dreams; but when we awaken, we find that there is actually no such power, and that we had suffered at the hands of our own mind."

- Seicho-no-Ie. Nectarean Shower of Holy Doctrines. From here.

I'm blind...I'M BLIND!!!

I was at a party, and it was a very chilled out affair. Just the way I like it. I remember things being confortable. For example, the lighting was mellow, and people were drinking and smoking but no one was anywhere near being too drunk and on the verge of tossing the salad and/or cookies. He he he. The music seemed to be 'house' and the overall feeling was one of being relaxed. People dressed up pretty casually, etc.

The location seemed to be a house, or one that was being rented specifically for this party. Most of the people at the party seemed to be from Kodai school, although I could've sworn that I caught glimpses of some folks from CAE, Bangalore and a few bradahs from HPU. Anyway, staying in that house meant the guys had to split the bedrooms on the ground floor between them, while the girls did the same with the rooms on the first floor. As I was getting ready for bed, I noticed that my face looked a little haggard. So I turned around and asked the first person within earshot if they could confirm the piteous plight of my face. They said yes, and even handed me some cream or gel that they thought would provide rapid relief. Not being paticularly ungrateful, I thanked them and was about to go put some on. I don't remember who this was, but I remember it was a guy, so my initial reaction when he handed me the cream was, "WTF?"

But just as I was about to go into the bathroom across the hall to apply some of this 'wonder' stuff, I was intercepted by this girl I really liked. In fact, she was there with a friend and they both happened to hear the most important points of my conversation with my 'buddy'; my face looked like shit and something needed to be done. So, the whole list of suggestions began, and many jars/bottles/packs etc. came out of what seemed to be two petite, yet somehow unbelievably bottomless handbags! Finally, and without consulting me, they decided on a gel product which they both swore by...so...I said ok. And they asked me to close my eyes and just relax because it would take only a second to apply, but I had to leave it on overnight, or something like that. So, I said alright and bade them goodnight. I mean, I didn't need my eyes open while I slept, right? I remember it burned a bit, and I even wondered if they were messing with me and applying hemorrhoid cream under the eyes. This was surprising because I'd never done it myself, but I guess I was going on the whole 'by-association' thing...s/he told me it burns, so it must...that sort of a thing.

Well, it wasn't really hemorrhoid cream, but whatever it was when I woke up in the morning and opened my eyes I found that all I could see was white! A sudden feeling of fear gripped me, but only momentarily. Before I knew it, the-girl-I-really-liked and her friend had burst into the bedroom, and I could feel them come bouncing up to me full of glee. But as soon as they got to within five feet of me, the glee in their vioces turned to shock and horror. Pretty soon everyone was awake and freaking out. Pandemonium ensued with people getting into arguments about the next step: Sue the manufacturer or call an ambulance. There were others consoling me, and still others were doing the whole 'headless chicken' kind of panicking.

But throughout it all I remember I was very calm. I also remember that this girl I liked was apologizing profusely and shedding tears galore, as was her friend. But I didn't mind. In fact, the scary thing for me was that I didn't even care that I had lost my sight. No. Having lost my sight I found that the 'whiteness' everywhere was very soothing and it made me want to tell everyone that I was ok and that they should all chill out. But everytime I opened my mouth I found that I was being drowned out by the cacaphony that had suddenly engulfed me.

So, that was wierd. I never thought I'd be blind and loving it. In fact, I think I place a lot of importance in my eyes in everyday life. I like to check how far away I can see without the image being blurry, or I like to try and read extremely small print to test them out. So, in light of that, it seemed like a total turn around.

Swimming anybody??

I'm back people!! Doubt anybody will read this since I haven't posted in so long. This is also a short one but pretty sweet. It was about a swimming pool with a funky twist to it. The damn pool had a bathroom!! You probably don't understand what I am saying so let me explain what I saw.
I was at this pear shaped swimming pool, filled with water of course. This lady walks right into the pool and from outside I see her open a door in the wall and walk right in!! It was pretty damn freaky looking at that. I did get the opportunity to check it out myself though.
All of a sudden I find the whole family at the pool area ready for a family portrait. They are all talking to each other while I of course have to use the john. I enter the pool and open the door, expecting water to rush in taking me along for the ride but lo and behold, no rush into the toilet!
I walk right in and look back and see this wall of water at the entrance just shimmering there. It was something else people I can tell you that.
The bathroom itself was pretty sweet. The tiles were these small dark blue shiny tiles (not mosaic small but bigger) but that's another story. I remember next emptying my bladder and somebody from outside opening the damn door, so here I am running towards the door mid leakage and also running over some puke laying about the floor!! I know it's not pretty but that was my last memory before I woke up. The puke and leaking aside, I thought it was pretty damn cool......

To dream or not to dream...

I guess NOT to dream seems to be the order of the day. Have been dreaming but just cannot remember the dreams at all when I wake up nowadays. I know I have had some wild ones but can't hang on to them for some reason.
I was getting ready for work yesterday and they were showing this old movie on tv..."Electric Dreams". I loved it when i watched it as a kid and it was still pretty cool to watch yesterday as well.

Good night all y'all.....

Kirkat!

Well, after waking up this morning, I immediately became obsessed with the dream I had and at the time I was eager to remember it later on in the day so as to be able to share it on this blog. But not eager enough to actually get out of bed on a cool Sunday morning at 6am or whatever time it was to get a piece of paper and pen to jot it down. So all I remember is bits and spurts and it might even be slightly distorted.

The first part of the dream I remember was that I went to my Aunt's house for a visit. And who did I bring as a guest......Rahul Dravid. WTF? It was his first visit to my relatives place and so I was introducing him to my Aunt and some other lady, whom I can't recall. Infact, he started out as Rahul Dravid and down the line into the dream was Rohin.....or it was the other way around. So after introducing Rohin Dravid to my relatives, he bows all the way to the floor, even with knees and head touching the ground. This was done out of respect, in the dream that is and then proceeded to apply tikka on my aunt's forehead. Don't ask. I was blur when I woke up. Then after a while into the dream we were both about 4-5 years old or somewhere around that age and playing with stuffed toys.

Fast forwarding to either another dream or a later part of that dream.

I am there watching a cricket match or partaking in the game but I don't recall. Andre Agassi is bowling to the Bangladeshi national team. And the Bangladeshi batsmen are pissed off with him, I mean they despise him. Why? Because Agassi had been dating a Bangladeshi woman and apparantly mistreated her. Of course with is celebrity status, their relationship became plastered over the media and this really ticked off the Bangladeshis. So the cricket match was the opportunity for revenge for the Bangladeshis.

That's about all I remember for now. I guess the match ended as "No Result."

My Dream House...

Could this be defined as my dream house? I had it in a
dream after all. But it was never my dream to build a house
like this. Now that I have dreamed about it, it definitely
is something I would love to build so I guess you can call
it the dream house I dreamed about. Anyway, this actually
happened a while ago and I don't think I have posted it
yet. If I have then my apologies for repeating myself.
Alright, here we go....
I think I had this dream while I was living in Hawaii,
which as most of you know is quite a while ago now..(almost
2 years!! damn!!) but I still remember most of it pretty
well, I'm sure you'll see why. Picture this... you are on a really high hill top
overlooking a beautiful coastline on a cloudless sunny
day. You see the occasional car driving down the coastline
into the town about 20 minutes down the road. You just are
standing in front of your house, which just happens to be
the only one on this miniature mountain you rightly feel as
your own. Ok ok too much drama here...hehe Let's move along
shall we?
Let's start with my room. First of all, it's ROUND!! Yes
people!! ROUND!! The part of the room facing the ocean is
made totally of glass...basically one large class wall. In
the middle of the room is a sort of a raised area (round of
course) for the bed. Yep, the bed is bang in the center of
the room and it's also round! No, I don't have an obsession
with round things, that just happens to be how it was in my
dream. Now the room has this really cool but comfortable
atmosphere to it. The color of the carpet is light grey and
the walls and curtains a darker shade of grey. The curtains
however are not thick so during the day when they are
closed the room is still bright but a very mellow sort of
brightness. It's nice and cool of course due to centra a/c
and there is no other furniture in the room. Oh yeah, the
room happens to be on the second floor or should i say
first floor (above the ground floor). That gets confusing
depending on where you go.
Back to the topic at hand... the rest of the house is a bit
harder to describe as it starts to get fuzzy but I can
remember a large living room with the walls and furniture a
nice clean white and with huge windows so the place is very
bright and alive during the day. Bang next to the living
room is the garage leading directly to the long winding
road going down the hill. This road is more than enough
reason to leave the house everyday. It's just a sweet
leisurely road winding lazily down the hill like a snake.
Apparently it's the best part of my day during my drive to
and from work in the town I mentioned earlier. (I think I
had a job as well, which I liked for a change.That
definitely proves it was a dream...haha).
Just outside the living room was a pool, (has to be a pool
of course) running alongside the house. It was one of those
pools you see on a hilltop house, where the edge seems to
just drop right off the hill... you know what i mean right?
It was sweet!!!
I think that was about it... thank you Preeti for reminding
me about this dream and telling me to post it.
Peace....

Enter....the Jax-o-matic

Ok,

So I had this dream last night....actually a bunch of dreams tied together. Oddly enough, they tied in nicely to form one continuous dream so I thought I'd share.
Jax..this one's for you buddy. lol Yenjai Maaadi

Well it starts off with me punching my coworker in the face and storming out of the building. I was furious! Don't ask me why cuz I don't know..but I was friggin furious!!

So anyway, I'm back home now and decide to leave the country. I needed to clear my head, so I was going to make a day trip back home....Bangalore...ahh sweet Bangalore. But things looked different when I got there. There was hardly any traffic and lots of trees. It was beautiful. Nothing like I imagined.

Even my ex-girlfriend (don't know how she got there) was looking super hot.
So there we were driving down this road, in my pimped out ghetto Esteem....road looked really familiar but didn't know the name. And I drive past this large grey building with large red letters on the side of it. Then it hit me...HOLY SHIT! I slammed on the brakes and backed up the car really quick. Stopped and stared at the sign for a few seconds. I couldn't believe it...that son of a bitch had actually done it! There on the side of the building was written JAX CALATTE, with a really funky symbol next to it. "Damn!", I though to myself..."maybe I should go inside. See if the mothafucka's in there...if he still remembers me."

Suddenly, I was 20 yrs old again...having coffee with Jax, talking about businesses we need to start when we grow up. We were talking about how we could export spurious Indian alcohol (Arrak) to the States....we could call it Araque. Make it sound French and all, so people will think it's really cool. I suggested when he starts a business, he should change his last name to Calatte...(again using French to make it sound extra cool). We had our laughs, drank more Iced Coffee from Coffee Day/House..whatever the f*ck it was called.

Then I was back to present times....and the reality of what had happened slowly sunk in. So I grabbed by girlfriend by the arm and we both walked into the building. On either side of me were weird art pieces hanging on the walls....twisted images, yet strangely beautiful. Lifeless bodies in various positions, lying in an open field of lillies and roses. "Wow, this is definitely the Jax I know"

"Mr. Calatte will be with you shortly", the receptionist says.
Then, from behind large wooden doors comes Rohin "jaxon" Calatte. Dressed all spiffy, still sporting the infamous goatie.
"Damn biatch...you really did it huh?"
"Yup. The world works in mysterious ways old friend. What a day." (he kinda sounded gay when he said that, but I hadn't seen him in a while, so I let it go).

So after re-introductions we all decided to take a tour of the building and see what he actually had done for a business. Mr. Calatte was apparently a huge appliance manufacturer, who made specially designed "artsy" home appliances which sold for huge amounts of money. His flagship appliance; his piece-de-resistance if you will, was a super large capacity octogonal washing machine called the Jax-o-matic!

I was laughing my ass off (out of appreciation though). I just couldn't believe this bastard had done it. Started his own business...changed his name to something we cooked up years ago, when we were high on caffeine! This was friggin awesome.

Later that night, we went to the penthouse of really expensive hotel, had a boat load of alcohol, and partied all night. My ex at this time was back in Michigan because she thought I was useless and wanted to find a really rich white man to marry (weird how that works huh?).
But I couldn't be happier. I met up with a really old friend today, had a lot of wine and there were 4 really hot women that were dying to come back to my place :) DANG.....I somehow got the feeling that things were going to be alright.

Just then there was a loud car alarm that went off, yanking me ever so forcefully back to reality. The reality that I was still in Michigan, I hadn't punched that bastard at work (where I had to go back to in two hours).

FUCK

A good one

Last night before I went to bed, I had planned to go to the stadium this morning to take my Motorcycle Road Test. I was ready to take it, I had my motorcycle, helmet, protective jacket and shoes, and a thick pair of jeans. So, I planned to wake up around 6am and leave as soon as possible to get there by about 7am and wait in the line to get an appt to take the test. I was happy I had decided to finally go get it done. Then I watched tv and fell asleep. Later I had a good dream.

I dreamt that I had made it to the stadium and managed to get an appt real fast after this girl checked all my papers. She checked my registration and insurance and everything was good. I got ready, put on my helmet and waited by the line to start my first test circuit. The tester came next to me and she said, "ok, you ready to go?" I said "yes maam." Then she looked at me and asked,"Where's you gloves?". I said " Gloves". She said, "Yes, you have to have protective clothing and gear to take the test and that includes Gloves!" Damn, I forget to buy gloves. I had everything but the damn gloves. I asked if they had any that I could borrow and she said they dont. She then said I needed to come back whan I have gloves.

Now how good was that. In my dream, I was reminded or told that I was missing something and I shouldnt go ahead with my plan to take my test this morning. I was kind of happy and kind of not. I guess I was happy that I found out that before I wasted my time going all the way to the stadium. It was all good!

I guess sometimes dreams do have certain messages, sometimes they are very clear and sometimes they need interpretation, and sometimes they are just plain sick!!!

Not a dream...

Hey this isn't a dream, I just didn't know where else to put it...

To all you LOTR fans out there...Someone gave me this really funny site to look at, thought I might just pass it on!

http://www.miami.com/mld/miamiherald/living/columnists/dave_barry/5023564.htm

Cheers,

DA!

Football turned deadly

This was another weird one people. I find myself on a football field facing a corner kick. It seems like I'm the only joker defending against 3 or 4 really tall characters (keep the jokes to a minimum please). I did hold my own though. Any ball that came in was dealt with by me and they just kept comin. Next thing I know the guy taking a corner is staring behind me. At this point I am looking at things the way they appear in those japanese animations. You know what i mean right? Very sharp features on the characters and bright/pure colors. This fellas behind me is saying something sinister and then there is a close up on his nose which starts to bleed. Behind him stands his sidekick holding a small child captive with a knife to her neck. The next thing I know the fella at the corner flag lets loose this wicked looking weapon (sort of shaped like an axe). It flew right by us and landed smack dab on the sidekicks forehead. The blood splattered out super fast (jap anime style) and his head shrunk due to all the blood spraying out. A melee ensued with blood and guts flowing all over the place.
At this point we see on the sidelines these spectators. They bring this large round object to the entrance and say something about unleashing the most deadly human being on the planet. They open the object and this small black fella (dressed in a loin cloth) hops out. He looks as innocent as a small baby goddamit and he's supposed to be the deadliest one of all...anyway, as expected I wake up at that point or just can't remember what happens next.

Ahhh what I would do for a full dream!!!

My Own Personal Music Video!!!

Holy crap people. I just had what appears to be my first music video dream! It was pretty weird actually. I was on this train..actually I was at the back of the train hanging on to the railing for dear life while it was moving at what seemed to be fast forward pace. Sometimes I was there hanging on getting yanked left and right as the train made ninety degree turns at super speed and during others I seemed to be watching the train from behind (sort of like helicopter view) while it was speeding along the tracks. All this time I was listening to this song, "Innocent Man" by Mark Morrisson. Finally the train stopped and I got off supposedly going somewhere cool coz I felt pretty damn happy. I then saw this buddy of mine from boarding school chilling on the train and eating. I kept telling him to join me but he just flat out refused. Woulda kept on going but some jackass from India called me at just that moment (4:45 in the goddamn morning!!) I didn't pick up the phone but my dream was spoiled... thanks jackass... whoever you are!

Iron Chef??

The last few months I have been dreaming a lot and I sometimes wake up to take a piss and think to myself, man thats a great dream...i must remember it, but then i fall asleep and in the morning I forget....it happens to all of us I guess.

But last night I had a good one. You guys know that I have always been wanting to open an Indian restaurant and all that. I like to cook too. So, last night I had a dream that I was in the Iron Chef competition on Food Network. HA...it was so funny man...I had Amit as my assistant. I dont know why Amit, but he was there. I could feel the excitement, happiness and nervousness before the competition started. But as soon as we started, it was total chaos man....LOL...I was shouting at Amit and he was shouting back at me. We were trying to cook some dishes and for some reason I remember Tandoori chicken with the sauce and I dont know what happened at the end. I didnt cook tandoori chicken for a long time, but labor day weekend I cooked it on Sunday and Sly liked it so much that he told me to cook it again on Monday. I think Ro, Sly and I ate it for lunch and dinner on Sunday, Monday and Tuesday. Tandoori chicken overdose?? Never!!

Did I win it? I dont know. Dont rememebr the end. I only remember the confusion and chaos and the stress of it all. The feelings were intense though. Normally, I dont get such intense feelings. But this time, I could feel my body tense up with the stress. It seemed very real. Pressure. Stress. Anxiety. I rarely get any of those feelings in day to day life, and so maybe getting them all at once in a short time was too much.

Maybe I will dream about it again. Maybe not. Dont want all that tension.

And I don't like it very much...

Last night I went to bed in the worst of moods. I'd just had an aweful argument with a good friend - which I suppose - Partly inspired my subconsicous mind to dream sad dreams, scary though they may be...

So...at like 5 in the morning, I wake up to the sound of something (I still can't figure out what it was) ... like some buildings were being broken down. It sounded like bullet shots at first - and I thought I was dreaming. But then I woke up and realized that the sounds were coming from outside. I was really scared - and then I realized that perhaps I'm just freaking out over construction work. (This wasn't a dream!)

SO I go back to sleep. But this time - I'm freaked out about the noises from the outside...and suddenly it seems like my room is about to eat me. I enter the world of dreams...where nothing too happy seems to be happening either!

...I'm living my happy little life in my happy big university. One night, with no warning whatsoever, the building like 5 metres from my Rez is blown up. Like by a bomb. And it's so conveniently done that I see it just as I'm reaching home one cold random night...I'm freaked out of my wits. There's pieces of this building flying everywhere (in my dream it was a pretty house) ... and the person who was inside - well is fighting with the person who bombed her house. (Ok maybe not - but she's fighting with someone..I just hear voices.) I'm scared, and it's cold outside. I'm shaking all over, and my friend holds my hand and tries to comfort me - Doesn't help. I get scorched with one of the pieces from the house (for some reason it was hot, like the house had been on fire just before or something...Doesn't make sense now, does it?

So the next day, I read the newspaper. The guy who bombed that house claims in the NEWSPAPER that he's going to do the same to one of the residences of my school. And there's so many of them. I wonder which will be next...mine?? He gives the date he's going to bomb it ... 4th October. But in my dream it's the 1st of October (and for some reason in the dream, that day is April fool - not 1st April but 1st October)...Everyone calls it bullshit and a joke...and just ignores it. No one seems to have realized the bombing of the night before. Except me. And my friend. I'm just scared out of my wits. I don't know what to think...I'm just petrified with everything going on around me....

And then after that something scary happened, and that woke me up - but I can't seem to remember it...But it wasn't the best night of funky dreams. Just weirdly disturbing, that's all.

Oh my god!!!

Oh my GOSH!!! Yesterday ... or actually this morning when I was SUPPOSED TO HAVE woken up and gotten ready for class...I wasn't quite sleeping so I remember this dream...It was some awesome dream straight from a sci-fi movie or book...One I've never watched or read. It had the coolest shit in it...but I can't describe it...I think I'm going to start watching these movies and reading these books...because DAMN it was awesome!!! lol

The complexity of simple dreams!

You dream about what your subconscious mind thinks about, right? (Sorry I might have said this before...but!!!) HOW THE HELL DO YOU CONTROL IT!!!

I had the weirdest dreams last night...and I didn't like them ONE BIT! I mean I can't believe my MIND would think of anything like that!!! 2 insane dreams in one night >>>> Not good....

And those seem to be the ones I always remember!!! And then this morning I wake up extra early ... and its a holiday ... so I conveniently go back to sleep. ANd then, WHen I wake up again, I realize that I had like an awesome dream, BUT I DONT REMEMBER WHAT I DREAMT!!! Like nothing. It was just an awesome dream. That sux!!!

But then again...I wouldn't like to have a dream recorder, because I guess there's a certain beauty in knowing you had a beautiful dream but you can't remember it...like I don't know how to explain it or if anyone thinks the same way, but yeah...It kind of makes me feel like the dream was 2 special to remember...

Ah well, I'll probably have an extra nice day :)

Cloak and Dagger...

This was one wild one right here people... i have no idea why but in this one i am with suren and maybe kumar(not sure) and we are going on some caper, don't ask me where and don't ask me why. now during the dream it was all pretty clear but now it's getting fuzzy so thought i should write as much down as I could remember. Now we are trying to get into this building and somehow we manage to get in, but suddenly run into some serious sci fi technology right here. THere are these very thin tentacles with red lights at the end that wave around and detect heat signatures (intruders you see). Of course our hero Suren came up with his own anti detection devices. From his clothing there popped up these floating devices that places themselves in front of each sensor and kept spraying and icy cold liquid (probably water) in front of them so they would not detect any heat! It was something right out of a sci fi movie I tell you! Beautiful stuff!! Anyway, we got past those buggers and somehow found ourselves outside again trying to get in from a second story window. Now I am definitely not afraid of heights but this part of the dream scared the hell outta me. Sorry but it is pretty hard to explain coz here is where things get fuzzy. We have to climb these scaffolding type structures but the scary thing was that they were not all connected...so we had to climb one real high, then leap onto another one quite a ways away. Those two heroes managed it each time but I was having a real tough time doing this for some reason.
As in all my other dreams, there is no ending to this one... sorry folks but stay tuned!! :)

Stop chasing me!!!!!

Damn avi, now that you mention me being chased all the time, it's happening more and more!!
This time I was back in my old building in Bombay. Not sure how many of you have been to Bandra, in Bombay. Pali Hill to be specific. Anyway, there was some vague beginning that I can't remember. I find myself on the top floor (4th floor haha) of the building at this small deli and all the guy has left are these dishes I have never heard of in my life. He kept pointing to something and saying something I couldn't understand. Chale how I khompf! So he decides to choose for me... he picks this slice of meat that I sure as hell could not recognize and starts to wrap it up in a piece of french bread. He then says, ok that will be 52 dollars. I said what the f*#k?? I sure as hell wasn't paying for that so I just turned and bolted down the stairs, without the sandwich I might add coz i didn't want it. Why should I fuckin pay for it??
I am jumping down 6-9 stairs at a time and I see the whole bloody building chasing after me down these stairs. I manage to get out onto the main road and dodge into the next lane. See, if you go along the main road on Pali Hill and you want to come to my building you enter the gate and go down this steep lane heading to my building. Now net door there is a similar lane but less steep and more winding, sort of like an 'S' shape lane. But instead of leading me to the building it just drops off into the forest (which isn't there of course). I am now laying down on the edge of the road trying to stay out of sight... but this little punk ass kid spots me and yells out to the others. I just let go and start sliding down into the forest. The sliding was pretty cool...for a jungle floor it was pretty smooth sailing.
I woke up at this point... damn alarm!! hehe

I would really love to know why I am being chased so much in my dreams goddamit! Any ideas people?? No silliness you hyea???

I'm Flying...and Soaring...

Hey...You know you remember your dreams if you're not sleeping deep right.? Well.. I was flying for like FOURTEEN HOURS ... total...and I practically forced myself to KIND OF Sleep the whole way...and I had these really weird dreams all the way!!!!

I felt like I was on a bird and then i was touching the clouds...and then all of a sudden i got my own wings and I started to fly all around the place...but then something happened...and i fell .. BANG and hit my head ... then i went blank (in the dream) and the next thing I know I'm at the beginning of this crazy adventure thing where I have to get past all these things....something like the Legend of the Hidden Temple...and I was looking for this device...i think it was something like a key ... but im not sure...so i finally get that thing...and im completely drenched and muddy and gluey and icky and god knows what else you want to call it....and then when i touch the device it all vanishes and im on this magic carpet or something...and there's someone next to me.. and then ... I WAKE UP because the Air Hostess is asking me if I want to eat something... I mean COME ON!!!!

OK that was one part of the dream...there was loads...i can't remember most of it now...so if it comes back i'll post it up...but its weird...like i was flying in da plane..and my dream had to do with the literal flying...i wonder what the connection is!!!

Super Hero......

Holy crap people!! i was spiderman in my dream last night... i did forget most of it but i do remember swinging around and climbing walls and shit. oh yeah, i was being chased by one real bad ass mofo and i did lose my powers so had to run and hide the old fashioned way. Can't remember much more than that, except that this took place in some warehouse/docking area at night. Pretty scary shit.....

What a beautiful animal...

Now that you mention it Avi, I do have alot of dreams where I am being chased by someone or something. I should do the chasing for a change goddamit! Had another dream last night... I was back in boarding school playing basketball or football or something with the boys. A little more info on our boarding school (hope i didn't mention this earlier or will just be repeating myself). As you guys know, it was in the Himalayas, away from the town, surrounded by forest. Basically you just have to walk for 10 minutes in any direction and you will be smack dab in the jungle. Now, this field we played on is right next to the swimming pool. At the edge of both the field and swimming pool is a drop into the jungle. You definitely don't want to fall down there people. Now on the other side of the pool, there are stairs going up to another smaller pool, for the kids.

Ok, now back to the dream. While playing, somebody kicked the ball into the smaller pool, which was empty at the time. I basically had to go round the larger pool, up the stairs and into the smaller pool. Now of course the fellas can't see me so they are unaware of what's going on. I get into the smaller swimming pool and grab the ball. Oh one more thing... there were a shit load of towels just hanging at the edge of the small pool so you can't see past the edge. I'm about to climb out when i see this silhouette of one big ass cat! Sure enough, it was a damn tiger! It could not see me as yet coz of the towels but it sure could sense I was there. I was shit scared man... not usually scared much in my dreams but I was this time. Finally it's head popped under the towel and stared right at me. Whoooo baby was I shitting big lumps all over the place! For some reason it couldn't come down to me so it kept pacing around the pool. I knew eventually that sucker was gonna jump right in so I had to do something... so I threw the ball into the jungle hoping it would serve as a decoy or something and it worked! The tiger made a move for it and I scrambled up the ladder out of the pool... I have a feeling things didn't work out so well coz I woke up at that moment.....hehe

Next thing I know I am at a basketball game watching Jordan and co jamming away... but that's another story.....:)

I'm back.....

What funky dreams i had last night people! The first was close to being a nightmare but i can't remember some details of it already. It took place in my house actually. Shit, I can't remember most of it. All i can remember is that there were a group of really disfigured people after me. There was this one fellas who had sort of another face sticking out of his neck. Something out of "Alien Resurrection" (the scene where the show the previous failed cloning attempts). Anyway, let's just move on shall we?
The second dream was most definitely a sci fi dream. (I love these ones!)Seemed more like a sci fi video game actually. I was in this fighter jet/ship whatever in space smack dab in the middle of a galactic war. It seemed there were very few of us and hundreds of enemy alien ships. I was just goin wild firing at anything and everything in sight. I realized I was running out of bullets so of course the logical step was to do what we do in video games right? I find myself in another "room"/"galaxy" or whatever with nothing but bullet magazines floating around... all i had to do was fly around as fast as I could and collect as many as i could. You guys know what i'm talkin about right? Sort of like a bonus round or something. Anyway, after stocking up, I find myself back in the thick of things and just start goin wild and blowing shit up. The different types of spaceships i saw were amazing people! I mean I can't even describe most of them. Eventually my spaceship got blown up by what seemed like a female alien so I find myself falling in space with my "machine gun" in hand and still firing away.
I woke up after that... sorry people. Part 2 to follow....:)

If you tell a dream...

It won't come true....That's what they say! How true is it?? Does it matter?? LOL.

Some dreams...just can't be expressed by simple words...they have this .. magic in them....which keeps them better in imagination...and perhaps...better understood by the dreamer...

I donno...the past couple of days have been pretty hazy ... and within the short span of time I gather some sleep...in the past few days...I've had three recollectible dreams each night...(Who knows if dreams have patterns???) One NIGHTMARE, One dream (Ok this one's weird...been having the EXACT same dream for the past 8 months...but its a nice dream .. so lets leave it alone) and then...A NICE dream...which makes me feel good and keeps me all optimistic to live through the rotten day ahead.... I think the last is the nicest to talk about...

I remember vaguely, just some random things...like me laughing till my stomach hurts, laughing at myself or an inside joke, or even for no reason at all....lying in bed (while im not alseep in my dream!!!), listening to the rain outside....Swingin' on swings while the sun rises....realizing how someone misses me, getting hugs from people i care alot about....doing nothing...and hey this one's nice...meeting random cute people...!!! Who smile back at me!!!

And each time I wake up from these dreams, I kinda realize that a have a few more hours to sleep...that's the best thing ever...to wake up after a beautiful dream...only to go back to sleep...to dream another dream....Because until we're in the world of dreams...we're running away from the harsh realities of life......

tried to stop dreaming...

I dont know guys...the last few nights have been hard. After Monday's incident, I have been trying to force myself not to dream about it or think about it...I've been thinking, Damn...I hope I dont dream of it...but what happenned was everytime I woke up at night to turn or whatever...my brain keeps saying ...ok dont dream of it...dont see that pic in your mind..dont...dont...dont!! But what happens? Just because I am trying so hard NOT to dream it or see it in my mind's eye...i keep seeing it. That was Monday and Tuesday night. Last night was better. I slept good cos I was tired from lack of sleep. Its passing though...i dont think so much of it anymore...but every morning when I pass by on the Ala Wai...i still think of it. Luckily though...that street is not my daily route to work!! I guess in time I will forget about it...but how do you completely forget something so traumatic...it even comes up in your dreams???

I miss boarding school.....

Ok this one was a bit jumbled but the gist was simple. I am back in boarding school and we are in the process of being invaded! Yep, fuckin soldiers invading a boarding school in the mountains of Nainital. Only in your dreams can this shit happen. Now lemme just give you a little picture of my school. This reminds me of another dream I had over a decade ago about this same boarding school. The students in my class were involved in a full on war but that is another story.
Ok, so my school is in Naini tal, in Uttar Pradesh. First I take a nice long flight from Accra to Bombay for a few days, then an hour and a half flight (or 24 hour train) to Delhi. From there we gots to take an 8 hour bus ride to Nainital. About 6.5 hours to the base of the Himalayas and another hour and half up the mountain. It definitely is one hell of a journey but not such a big deal really. The school itself is about an hours walk up from the town of Nainital and it's surrounded by forest so we do get panther attacks now and then on teachers pets. Hell students have been slapped by monkeys on occasion so you can imagine the closeness to nature. Beautiful place though.
Ok, back to the dream... actually there's not much to tell really... hence the sidetrack. There is basically chaos in the school as students (kids from 11-16) are running helter skelter screaming away while soldiers are just gunning down anyone in sight. We get separated in the melee and I find myself amongst some chicks hiding in a classroom which wouldn't be such a bad thing if we weren't crapping in our pants! So I disengage from their softness and go in search of my buddies. I find these jokers sitting in a class room in the corner with no way out. Their reply to my obvious question is "Hell, if they come here, we'll just hide under the desk". Now even though it sounded stupid as hell at the time, I ended up taking a seat and chilling with them while the guns were blazing outside.
That's all folks... sorry for the apparent lack of direction of this dream but it's the best I got at the moment.
Peace....

Action adventure!!

This was a cool one... we are on some sort of treasure hunt looking for some lost scroll bearing I don't know what but it's very important nonetheless. Anyway, the race is on between what seems like two groups, I of course in one of them. It takes place on what seems like a scene out of the dig site in "the Mummy" (brendan frasier).
Let's jump right into the action shall we? Here we are trying to squeeze through these two walls that have pretty nearly jammed together... they are sort of leaning on each other in an upside down V formation, with the walls very very close together. I am not a fan of closed places so this was already kinda scary but the freaky thing was, there was no floor! Yep there were just 2 or 3 poles sticking out of the ground. We couldn't even see teh ground man!! I mean the poles were just sticking right out of the darkness and if you lost your balance, then bye bye birdy. Anyway, we manage to get across ever so slowly. After grabbing the scroll we decided to haul some ass outta there so here we jokers are hopping full speed over the poles and through those "so close I can read your mind" walls, and what happens? The damn scroll ends up in the hands of the other crew!! Don't ask how ok? It's a dream.....
Anyway, they take off from the dig site in what seems to be a helicopter made of concrete! and with one propeller to boot! Wild stuff I tell you. I guess the aim was to get to a certain spot with the scroll and you're supposed to get some reward from "a higher power" or whatever. Anyway they get to the spot which is a little ways off in the distance but they don't get jack shit! We do instead, which made me khompf proppa! The leader of our group is just chilling there with a sly smile on his face and then goes on to explain that he had bought the whole damn island so wherever they landed was his property so even though they got there first with the scroll, he gets the credit! hahah I know it's kinda stupid but it was pretty cool at the time. I even remember seeing sort of a large scale sketch of his face on the area they landed on as well...
All's well that ends well.......

Death in the snow....

Ok ok I know. More death, but what to do? I dream what i dream......
My dream starts off with about 4 of us, myself and 3 random people. We are in this small wooden house in some snow capped region beside a big ass mountain doing some test or the other. We are all pretty into it, debating and stuff when I look outside the window toward the mountain and see this heavy duty avalanche heading our way!! Chale it was serious man! In the dream itself the avalanche was coming in dreamlike slow motion with no sound or anything. Of course, being the dumbasses we are, we make for the exit on the other end hoping to outrun the avalanche! Even in my dreams I'm still stupid...what to do? Anyway, I was spared the hell of actually having the avalanche pound the hell out of us, so we now found ourselves buried in snow up to our armpits. So here we are, glad to be alive and everything, when these two wolves happen to cross our path. Now it was strange coz they were wolves but their faces were more dog like. Imagine a wolf's body but the head of a stray mutt, of course more deadly looking. It was my dream so I should be the one at the back of the group out of harms way right? Wrong! I was bang in front of everybody so the damn wolf was just eyeing the hell outta me, walking slowly with it's eyes focused and mouth closed. Fortunately I had a gun in my hand and was pointing it at this beast and shouting at it to get the hell away coz I didn't want to shoot the poor bugger. Poor bugger my ass! Swine was just 5 feet away from biting my head off so I fired. The damn gun was full of blanks!! The fella behind me gave me his gun (wonder why he wasn't shooting... bastard) and I fired that as well but no bullets. Now I don't remember exactly how I got out of that jam but I did so on to the next part of this gripping tale.
We now fast forward to sometime in the future. There are 3 of us left in this same snow capped region with no food or water and of course freezing our asses off. So, with no option remaining, fellow number 3 turns to cannibalism and attacks fella number 2. While they fighting it outside, I lock myself inside the house and hope for the best. Fella 2 ends up getting eaten of course and what seems like a few months or weeks pass by with me still locked inside the house and the other dude outside waiting for me to come out. Now it's kinda funny coz this is a weak ass wooden house with normal glass windows and even the door has glass windows which can easily be smashed but he doesn't break anything. He only sees the door is locked and cannot come in. The windows had blinds on them so at least i could shut them so he couldn't see inside. I could see outside though and it was scary coz his features changed overnight from a normal looking dude to a stone age looking mofo. His cheekbones were now protruding outwards, his eye sockets seemed to sink in a bit, his hair was long and matted. Scary shit......
Anyway, he's starving and waiting, waiting and starving, while I am also waiting and starving, starving and waiting. Now the house close to a cliff so this cannibal looking mofo is only sitting on the other side knowing I ain't going anywhere else. Of course this being my dream, I manage to get my hands on a rope, so during a heavy snow storm I sneak out the back door, secure the rope and start to let myself down. Next thing I know I hear this roar (or should is say scream) and turn in time to see fella number three 3 flying right by me and crashing way down below. Sorry if it was a bit anti climactic but I guess you had to be there to see how freaky it all was.

To prolong your misery lemme just mention the next dream I had that same night. After the snowy escape I then found myself in the ocean swimming next to this huuuuuge cruise liner. I guess I was entertaining them in someway coz they kept throwing money down towards me. I should have been freaking out coz swimming in the ocean, unable to see anything in the depths below me is not my idea of a good time but I was fine. I just gathered all the wet notes floating around and climbed on board. hehe sorry it's kinda short and stupid but a dream is a dream.

You still awake??

Evil lurks...

Now I find myself in a jungle. I don't know if I am a wolf or a human being but that is beside the point. All I know is that there is a huge exodus going on in the forest. All the animals are just packing up and getting out of town. It's like I am watching a mass stampede of all kinds of animals from the side through the forest. Everything is dark and scary as hell and the animals are scared shitless coz some nameles evil is fast approaching. There was some other shit going on but I just can't remember for the life of me.
Happy dreams fellas...

Of pressing matters...

Well, suffice it to say that there are some things happening in my life at the moment which have made me rather hopeful of the near future. I'm due for a further round of interviews for 'a' job. And, therefore, the dream that I had a couple of days ago revolved around this.

So, there I was, feeling a bit ill, and having just opened my eyes a while ago (at 3 am) I found myself drifting off back to sleep...when the dream started. In a very clinic-like environment, with sparkling white walls, I was sitting on a wooden chair behind a big oak table. And there was a man and a woman behind the desk...both clad in the best business attire. Me? I was dressed in my best 'interview' shirt complete with shiny black shoes and 'interview' tie. Once underway, the interview progressed with the usual, "where do you see yourself in..." and "tell me about your last project where..." Then, things got a bit different. Nothing 'freaky', but the discussion got a bit interesting. We started exchaning recipes, and talking about some philosophical stuff, etc. This went on for at least 1/2 an hour before I finally woke up.

As an afterthought, I was wondering about what the reason for the dream was. No doubt it's been on my mind, but what did it mean by the entire thing breaking down into a very nonsense discussion?

Snookarrom.....

Ok last night I was out with Nitin at Jokers (some of you fools know the place). Anyway we went there early to play some pool and I of course kicked his ass... the current score is 23-15 in case you read this Nitin!! hahaha So I go home and knock out by 4am and what do I dream of???
Why pool of course!! and snooker!! and carrom!! Lemme explain.....
I am playing snooker in this sort of game room with one of the best snooker players in recent history. Stephen Hendry.... anyway we are at the end of the game and he fucks up and loses. Now Nitin who happens to be in the dream as well is next to play but Stephen Hendry starts acting the fool and refuses to give up his place. So Nitin is all aggravated and shit, wondering what the hell is going on. I then happen to notice the other tables and it was strange as hell. There were people on one other table same size as a snooker table but they were playing carrom! And they were using cues to hit the striker. It was pretty wild. There was this other diamond shaped table with alleys and people were also playing some form of carrom on that as well where they had to hit the striker into the alley full force. Anyway, nothing was resolved with Hendry and I woke up what was 4 hours later ready for work.
Carrom anybody???

Dream Recorder Chip needed

Damn man...Last night I was having some good dreams....After one really good one, I remember waking up and thinking that I have to remember this one cos its a good one for our blog. So, I said ok....i will write this and that on the blog and .... Then I fell asleep and woke up later and cannot remember the bloody dream now!!!

I know this has happened to you guys man. Damn, am I supposed to sleep with pen and paper now or do I need to install a dream recorder chip in my head!!

Pepsodentist

My dream:

A bunch of us, can't recall who exactly, were just hanging out and we decided to try a little game. We decided to swap teeth. Yeap, you read it right. The whole idea was to see from a different perspective what you're teeth looked like and see if any work was needed on them.

So, we swapped teeth and sure enough when I saw my teeth on the guy who was wearing them, I shock proppa. Utter disappointment and despair.

Does this qualify as a nightmare? What's up with these heavy dreams lately. I normally never have nightmares. It was so vivid, that after I woke up, I proceeded straight to the mirror to scrutinise the contents of my mouth.

Back to school....

I had another dream about going back to boarding school. It was so strange. Everything was so clear in my mind. Our school was in the mountains so the different buildings are either up this hill or down that. So here I am making my way down towards the football field. I walk all the way across and suddely there is this little area sticking out like a foot (sort of like an L shape) So I go around the corner and who do I see there? None other than Mr Lavinder Singh!! He had just finished smoking a phat bong too and was cleaning it up and pouring black pepper into the container. Of course I asked what the hell he was doing and he replied that the black pepper helps mask the smell of the weed. He looked like a pro doing that shit man.

Then I woke up.......

My Spanish Family and I

This wasn't particuarly wierd...it's just that the level of comfort in the dream seemed to be wierd.

So there I was, sitting around a small round dining table with my family. My father, who I couldn't recognize (because he wasn't my 'real' father) was in the middle of saying something. My mother, who I also couldn't recognize (same reason) was glancing at me occasionally...in between listening to my father intently. All the while, I'm listening to my father talk...and he seems to be getting animated, but not really in a "shouting-at-me" sort of way...more like he's really "into" what he's saying. But, I realize, that he's speaking to me in Spanish. Spanish? Well, it sounded like Spanish, and I did recognize a word or two, but most of it was lost to me. However, I could make perfect sense of what he was saying to me. It was a pep-talk, or so it seemed, about me and my life...and how I should 'take the bull by the horns' and all that. And although I couldn't understand the words that were coming out of his mouth, the message was being conveyed rather clearly. Then, all of a sudden, his excitement caused him to stand up...he uttered a few sharp comments rather loudly, for some sort of crescendo effect, and then he proceeded to do a little dance. The moment he got into this routine, we all got up and joined him...and we started to dance in a circle in what seemed to be a very commonly Mediterranean style of dance...round and round. And that was it.

But while the talking, and later the dancing, was happening, I remember that it seemed to be the most natural thing for me. I was just going with the flow and it felt great! The setting too, was rather bleak yet cozy. It was a poor home, with 4 white walls and a old, slightly warped wooden floor with the table to one side of this room that we were in...we danced in a cirlce in the space between the table and what seemed to be the hearth/fireplace/stove area. When I woke up, the first thing I could think about was, "Spanish??!?!?" Wow...

Beaches and bugs

I find myself on this beautiful beach with a shit load of people and i mean a shit load.....as far as the eye can see! Didn't know a single person in reality but in the dream it's like we all knew each other. It was kinda strange. Next thing you know there are these fuckin big ass black ass bugs! I know I know bugs again, but what to do? Anyway the bugs were flying around and freaking everybody out. It was madness I tell you! Madness!! Now of course we are all the victims or saviours or geniuses in our dreams right so I being the only genius on the beach out of thousands (hehe) figure out that the way to defeat these monstrous motherfuckers is to use hot water. Yep! Hot water baby! So here I am with a bucket of hot water splashing it all over the place and saving thousands and thousands of people from the horror of getting bitten by bugs!!

My name is Amit but you can call me SuperBugSmasherKillerCrusherMusherMan......

Falling falling......

I had a weird short dream... a whole bunch of us (don't know the rest of them) went on this sort of trek under some heavy duty mountains in the jungle somewhere... that was the straightforward part... we did our thing and came out. The scary part was the climb up the hill. It was one steep ass sonofabitch! You could pretty much call it a cliff actually and it was about 100 feet high so very high and very steep and the only way to get up it was this very very narrow escalator type stairway (it wasn't moving but it looked like an escalator). Not only was it narrow, it was also pretty banged up... most of the stairs were either broken or also very steeply angled so it was treacherous as hell to say the least. Anyway, there were hundreds of us climbing up this stairway together and holding on to the railings for dear life. I was just reaching the top when the fellow in front of me seemed to drift off the steps and onto the rock face at the very top on the edge... he then swayed back and forth and on and on and finally lost out to gravity. It was pretty weird and scary watching him falling and bouncing off the rock face while doing it. Now I am not afraid of heights at all but watching the slow fall and the soft thud when he landed was some freaky shit. I nearly lost my balance at that time then I woke up. Now I'm sure this dream doesn't have any deeper hidden meaning but it was pretty wild just the same.

Guns don't kill people...

...People who dream of guns kill people.

There we were, four of us...in a basement parking lot. Well lit area...but not a car in the lot. And a couple of us (can't really remember if I was one) were security guards. And we were just joking and killing time, as we're wont to do. And suddenly, the dream took a turn for the bizzare. Guns appeared. Nothing violent really...they just showed up and we decided to use them and take a few shots against the far wall of the lot. And the guns...my God...the guns looked like something out of Quake or Doom...huge things with every imaginable projectile/arsenal...semi-automatic, rocket launcher, grenade launcher, you-name-it-I've-got-it all rolled into one. And then, it was my turn. So, I stepped up, and decided to try the grenade launcher attachment/part/whatever. Being the first one, no one really said anything to me...just "be careful." So, I held it up...got comfortable...took aim at a spot on the far wall...and pulled the trigger. "Cha-ching" went the gun with a somewhat deep voice, being a grenade launcher and all...out popped the grenade...flew straight to the wall...and hit the target.

Then...then the dream got interesting. After hitting the target, the grenade rebounded all the way back to me. It hit me on the shoulder, and dropped right next to me. A little dazed because of the radical change of events, and because I was just curious to see what happened next, I stood there staring down at the grenade...rubbing the spot on my shoulder where it hit me. Then in a sudden flash of brilliance, I realized what could happen, and I took a couple of steps towards the nearest pillar and dove behind it... a la Last Action Hero. Didn't think much of it at the time...as soon as I woke up, rather. But then, it dawned on me. In life, I'm very prone to just saying "What the hell" and doing something without giving it a second thought. This is very different from the kind of person that I normally am...the reserved, calculated person who likes to analyze and re-analyze situations/scenarios etc. to death, before finally going out there and doing something about it. And, when I do jump into something, whether individually or in a group, I usually end up being the first one to do it and to make the 'classic' blunder which may or may not be talked about for years to come. So, why did I do that again with a grenade launcher? Or, is the significance of the dream that I was a security guard in a basement parking lot?

Control your Dream??

This has happened to me a few times...I want to know if it has happened to any of you guys too.

Have you ever had a dream about something that you were thinking about a lot and you somehow started dreaming about it and then tried to control the dream. I mean you told the dream to show you what you wanted to see! It has happened to me before but I don't remember the dreams anymore. But here is a fresh one from last night.

For the past week Sly and I have been checking out this lady across from our balcony in the hotel room. I guess she's visiting Hawaii with her boyfriend. She comes out of the rest room butt naked all the time. Sly saw it the other day and by the time I got to the binoculars, it was too late. So you know, I'm curios(as we all are) too and I wanted to see what Sly saw. By the way he also said he saw a couple doing it in one of the other rooms some time ago. Damn!! So here I was washing dishes in our kitchen and I look to the hotel and I see the girl coming out of the shower. My animal instincts took over and I shouted to Sly and brother Ro to come check it out. I turned off the kitchen light and looked through the binoculars....DAMN!!! I finally saw her naked. She was butt naked standing in the room fixing her hair. She had BIG tities all standing up(the guy was just laying in bed watching TV). So she spent her time fixing her hair and didn't do anything to cover herself up...not even draw the curtains or anything...its as if she didn't care if anyone was watching. After a while she went back into the restroom and that's it we stopped watching.

The crazy part comes here. After watching I said something like, damn what if they start doing it right there? We would get a free live show....that would be crazy!!! That's exactly what happened in my dream. I saw maybe a minute of it....everyone else in the hotel was asleep and all the other lights were off except this girl's room. I dreamt I was going to the restroom and I happened to look out my window cos I saw some movement and lo and behold....those two were going at it. I was thinking damn...what if they come out to the balcony and did it there? That's exactly what happened...the next scene was the guy was doing her doggy style while she was holding on to the the railing in the balcony! I could see her boobies hanging and they were just going at it...wild I tell you!!

Now the content of this dream is sexual...but the thing I am talking about is controlling or suggesting content in your dreams. Think it and you can dream it??

I know I have opened myself up to some questions from you guys...so I will answer the obvious ones right now...Yes, I did get a boner! Yes, I do need to get laid...soon!

Death

A couple of nights ago, I had a pretty heavy dream. Even during the day after I woke up I went back to it a couple of times, which I seldom do.

A good friend of mine, someone I've known for a long time, died in my dream. All the characters in the dreams were of current age, and this person was/is under 30, so still relatively young. However, he died, in the dream, almost unexpectedly. I don't remember how, but I think it was from some illness.

And all I remember was that in the dream instead of feeling sad for losing a friend or compassion for his family, I had a heavy feeling of guilt, so intense that it was weighing me down.

To be shot.....

I don't think I have ever been shot in my dream so this is a first. Of course when you're hangin out in the ghetto what do you expect? I found myself on the sidewalk talking to a supposed friend of mine... some ghetto lookin dude. There were a couple of dudes hangin around and they didn't seem to happy with our presence there. I could tell by the way they were cussing the shit out of us everytime they passed by...hehe.
After a while we decided to move on and of course at that moment the chase began. We bolted around the corner and there was this fence with leaves all over it shielding us from them or so I thought. Next thing I know a shot was fired and I felt a sharp stab in my lower back. I still wasn't sure till I felt back and saw blood on my fingers. Surprisingly it didn't hurt that much but was still uncomfortable as hell.
Anyway, we managed to get out of the ghetto alive and found ourselves on this block full of college students. There was some huge party going on and my friends, the girls were in full flow!! So so many fine ladies partying away looking all friendly and inviting and shit, and here I was with a fuckin bullet in my back feeling like shit! I couldn't join in the festivities unfortunately as that piece of lead needed to be removed asap, so all I could do was walk on by. Sad ending to the dream so I woke up....
Hope some of you had better dreams.

More bits and pieces...

Ok, where was I? Right... here we are in what seems like China in the old days... dunno what the old days are but it felt like the old days anyway. And of course we are chinese... I've never been chinese in my dream before so it was pretty cool. We were speaking english though which kinda sucked. Anyway, it seemed like we were on a mission and needed some recruits from this small village. Of course the villagers didn't want them to go so we had to kill the recruits.
We didn't actually kill the recruits but made it seem that way so the villagers would think them dead and let go. They were actually alive and well and joined us in our quest....where that quest led to i have no idea coz either i blacked out or moved on to my next dream.....
Ok next dream... this was a bit freaky. We were sort of a clean up crew in this huge ass warehouse. It was pitch black and quite freaky coz there were shit load of boxes and shit we had to walk between. The freaky thing was that we were not clearing up boxes but................insects!!!!!
There were shit load of dead giant insects hanging around on cobwebs. I mean they were huuuuge! As big as rats man! Remember the ones in Indiana Jones? These suckas were triple those bad boys. That coupled with the fact that you couldn't see shit till you shone your flashlight directly on it made for one freaky ass dream! Before shit could get serious I think I woke up or moved onto something else or simply don't remember....sorry people but my service provider been fuckin up lately. Not getting full dreams these days. Gotta switch i think.

A bit of nostalgia...

A bit of a dream that I had last night...and an even smaller bit that I remember. It deals with friends...people I haven't seen in over 7 years. Well, that was the first part of it...what's with these soap opera dreams I tell you!

So, I'm in a room, and it seems like a lunch...a reunion of sorts. But it's not really a reunion, because I don't recognize anyone there. However, and rather oddly enough, I happen to be able to converse with people about my friends from school because they seem to know them...somehow. And during the course of the conversation I ask about a really close friend of mine...who I haven't heard from in about as long...and who I haven't really kept in touch with for that long...and the thing is that he's married and has 10 kids. So, in my dream, and being my usual cynical and obnoxious self, I sputter; sputtering in sheer disregard for this friend, and because of the number 10. But the people I'm conversing with, still can't recognize them, insist that it makes sense because some of the children are his from a previous marriage, and when he tied the knot again there were his new wife's kids too. Damn. And with a rather abrupt ending I found myself in part two.

The people in part two were more recent, in terms of when I knew them. So, we're at this friend's house, and we're waiting outside his apartment. As he opens the door I recognize the face, but "Oh my God!" I think. "What's he done to his hair?" But, it has been a few years, and people change...so it's all good. Turns out he's turned into some kind of rockstar...there's a poster of him and his band on the wall...and I recognize the members of the 'crew'. His crew consists of his girlfriend and a couple of other people I vaguely remember. And that was that. The "we" in this dream I can't really remember, either...but I'm pretty sure I didn't know the person I was with. Oh shit...wait a minute! It was Handa!!! And guess who had a haircut. Damn....sorry, it doesn't help to have to deal with sudden changes like that in a dream.

After waking up, I realized that the people in the 'poster' were all people we used to hang out with in Hawaii...oh, when I say 'all' I mean the two 'other' people in the poster. As for the first dream, I didn't know what to make of it. Wierd and rather inconsequential me thinks.

Fish out of water...

Check out this dream I had. Maybe its not even a dream. It was actually more like a snippet or a very short dream. It could have been a vision or left over brain farts after a long night.

It was totally black everywhere and then I saw two glasses with water in them and a little gold fish was swimming in one glass. The fish jumped out of the glass and fell into the second glass. In the second glass it started having some kind of convulsions and shit and was as if it were struggling to breathe. It was jerking around and slamming against the sides of the glass violently.

That was it. That whole dream took about maybe less than a minute. I didnt see the fish dead or anything. It just ended like that.

Freaky?? Yep!!

Boarding school and basketball

Ok here is the latest bits and pieces dream I had... It takes me alllllllllllll the way back to boarding school!! Yep boarding school in the beautiful himalayan mountains. And it seems I took back a mountain with me!! Will explain.....
I find myself back in school as a student and we get some interesting visitors!! None other than Shaquille O'neal and some of his basketball colleagues. It was crazy man! We guys were pretty much separated from the rest of the world up there. Only communication we had was letters we would send twice a month or something like that. No phone calls at all! So you can imagine how funky it was that these heroes showed up and starting jamming in our gym. There were other players but I can't remember them at the moment. I only remember Shaqfoo.
Sorry fellas but thas about all i can remember at the time.... My silly dog started barking and woke my up mid dream as well so everything got fucked up during the night.
Now ro, I don't wanna become Shaq or a little girl or anything like that you hyea??? :)

A wierd one...way back in the day...

Before I begin, I'd just like to say that although Ro did talk about how dreams are usually wierd, I did think the title was a bit redundant. But, having said that, I just thought that I'd talk about a dream that I recalled...especially after the "Vin Diesel" dream (but he's not in this one).

This was about 2 or 3 years ago...and the crazy thing was that now that I think about it, it was actually quite freaky! So there I was, sleeping on the couch in the apartment on Ohua Ave. as usual. Again, I think I had an open-eye session. Well, there I was, eyes half open, and dreaming...it was a series of dreams...I remember the first one kind of vividly, the second one not so vividly, and the last one not at all...but there was one common element in all of them. There was an insignia...and for the life of me, while I was in the three different scenarios, I couldn't figure out what it was.

The first scenario began with a rather dark night. There were torches ablaze to provide the people present with light, and the overall scene seemed to be from something out of The Gladiator. No, no Russell Crowe (sorry to disappoint), but it was the soldiers, who were assembled in splendid outfits who I first noticed. Crisp military suits with a slightly teal-ish hue to them, polished shoes, and all dressed up and at the ready. More like a parade...or a 'showing/presenting of the guard' type thing. I was a participant in the dream and there were people who'd come up to me, salute, and carry out whatever orders I gave them...except I couldn't make out what I was saying to them, or what they were asking/telling me. As I paced up to an opening in the formation, I was approached by two more soldiers. Suddenly, as the conversation got underway, the perspective changed. I was now directly above them...bird's eye view. And, they all seemed to be standing on some kind of logo/insignia. It was like a scene straight out of WWII...just before the Fuhrer came out to address his audience. But I couldn't figure out the insignia...and then I moved into the second scene.

The second scenario, I vaguely remember, but it seemed to be some kind of super secret underground lair. Again, and since Amit mentioned Vin Diesel I've been tying these scenes to movies I've seen. Well, for all intents and purposes, the scene was like the one in True Lies, where Arnold and Tom (Arnold...sheesh) walk into an innocuous-looking building and wind up in the middle of some kick-ass high-tech military installation...headed by Charlton Heston!!! Anyway, a similar scene ensued with unintelligible conversations and all that, and again the perspective change...followed by the same insignia...exactly the same!!! Like the first dream, or scenario, I couldn't figure out the insignia. I wasn't sure if it was a familiar one that I'd seen before, or if it was totally made up.

Thinking about the insignia after I opened my eyes the following day (opened them fully, mind you) I was amazed/shocked/horrified/confused/astounded/.... It was, in fact, an insignia that I was quite familiar with. In fact, during the second scenario, I was wondering why the insignia looked a little out of place...you know, everyone in black or grey suits, spotless, white walls, etc. And, there was this insignia with a whole lot of color...looking serene, yet menacing, yet somehow comforting and soothing. As I gazed on the wall, there was a wall hanging...one of the ones that Rishi had brought with him from Delhi. It was an extremely colorful one with splashes of all hues and shades combined into one psychedelic masterpiece, and it had a large symbol at its center - Om. For the rest of that day I was thoroughly perplexed, wondering about whether or not it meant something, or was it just a random assortment of things that came up and manifested themselves in this way. Damn...pretty intense I thought. And the most important thing for me to figure out, or so I thought, was how this symbol, this divine and all encompassing symbol featured itself in the Fuhrer-like dream...or in any of them for that matter.

Part 1, 2 and 3!!

Hey people... last night I had a funky one but again I only remember small parts of it. There was something very interesting though which prompted me to post it anyway. The main man in the dream (or should i say mind's movie) was none other than Vin Diesel!! hehe Anyway, the people (I was an observer of the dream rather than a participant) lived in a world that suddenly turned into the ice ages overnight. Unfortunately I don't remember much but Vin saved the day. I remember only him and a little baby girl.
Later on during the night (I assume) I had a similar dream with Vin again saving the day but this time the girl was slightly older and the third time she was even older. The last time he saved them (the third time I should say) she then asked him if he remembered her, to which he replied in the negative. She then went on to say how she remembered him and how he saved them before.
It was pretty strange. If any of you have seen Alien vs Predator, the ending where they were fighting outside in the snow was the setting of the dreams. It's so frustrating not being able to remember the rest of the dreams coz I am sure they woulda been so interesting!
Damn!!

Delayed Reaction

Man, I had a totally weird dream 2 nights ago.

Before I get into the dream, let me take you back to reality a few years ago.

My good friend Mike D, who now lives in Manila, used to study at HPU the same time that I used to as well. Now, he was quite an NBA junkie. When I came to Hawaii so many years ago, I was a football (soccer) junkie. Of course, on the ever so wordly American TV, they harldy showed any international football. Mike D and I would hang out quite often and were even roommates for a certain period of time. So, due to the lack of good quality international football, I was subjected to the bloody NBA. I felt so repressed (I had issues I tell you). NBA this NBA that...gaddamit....I felt I couldn't express myself through football and of course, after a while, I had a point to prove (oh jeez...how infantile I tell u...haha). I wanted to show Mike D that football was a worldly, more passionate sport...for the masses...the universal language (excluding US) and the the NBA was just an extension of American pop culture. Well, I got to my senses after a while and let it go.

So, 2 nights ago, in a deep slumber, this story took place:I was chilling in Ghana living a regular life, and playing football among other things. Ghana is a football crazy country. So, Mike D decides to come to Ghana to pay me a visit. I was quite thrilled that I would get to introduce him to the place where I grew up....and....I could introduce him to the culture of football....haha. So, we went to a football park where there some fellas already playing and I told him to get in there in join them. He started heading the ball, and practising, getting into the groove of the game....the brainwashing was beginning. I decided to take a walk and leave him to join the game with the lads. Then after my short stroll, I returned to the park to check things out, only to be shocked. The football park had been transformed into a basketball court. Oh no....and istead of everyone engaging in a game of using their feet to kick the ball, they were bloody throwing the ball into hoops. WTF????I don't recall what happened after that. I think the disappointment (in my dream that is) actually stopped the dream....weirdness.

Another musing...

Hey, here's another crazy one that I used to have on and off. Actually, the wierd thing was that I had it quite often, and quite close together before I had the 'series of seizures'. Another cranial crack...like I really needed one...he he he. But anyway, getting back to the dream...it was really wierd. I say this because when I had them my eyes were open. I was pretty conscious of what was happening and I know I was looking around and stuff. Here's how they usually happened... I'd half open my eyes because I was slowly waking up...usually in the middle of the night or at around 3am...and then I'd suddenly feel very scared...terrified, like there was someone standing right next to me and looking down at me with the intention of hurting me. The terror used to grip my entire body...so much so that even when I tried to utter a squeak or scream I was unable to. My entire body wracked by some kind of paralysis, I wouldn't be able to move a limb...not even to try and free the hand that was choking me. And then, after about a couple of minutes the hand would let go...and the body would relax. Still being awake, I'd get up immediately and either get up to get a glass of water, or turn around and cover my head...like I was 4 years old and thought that the monsters under my bed would get me. Crazy stuff, because I know that my eyes were open and although there wasn't anyone there choking me physically, the feeling of being choked was too intense and realistic. The worst part about it was feeling helpless...like you were going to die and couldn't even call out to anyone to help...or at least to come look. I used to wonder if they were some sort of 'mini' seizures...kind of like a precursor to the main event. But, they haven't happened since...well, not in the last couple of years anyway.


On that note, let me tell you a story that one of my dad's friend's talked about...:

Two of my dad's friends went to another friend's house. Unfortunately, it started raining and never let up, so they were forced to spend the night there. So, they slept in the friend's house, on the double bed in his guest bedroom. Sometime during the middle of the night, one of the friends (let's call him friend number 1), who hadn't been getting much sleep and who was tossing and turning noticed that the other friend was muttering something. This 'other' friend (or friend number 2) used to be an athlete and was pretty solidly built. All of a sudden, friend number 2 turned around, in his sleep, placed one muscular palm on friend number 1's throat and began to sqeeuze...hard! He he he...imagine what it must've been like for poor friend number 1...he couldn't shout for help, and sure as hell couldn't try and wrestle himself out of the 'death grip' of friend number 2. Struggling for dear life, and his life flashing before his eyes, friend number 1 got ready to say his last prayer...when as suddenly as he had grabbed his neck, friend number 2 let go, muttered something else, turned around and started snoring. After the near death experience, friend number 1 promptly grabbed his pillow and picked a spot on the floor for the rest of the night.

A Physical Experience?

Has anyone ever had a dream that ended in a surprising physical reaction...and for all those of you who're of the 'one-track' thinking variety, don't. Just don't. I'm referring to a kind of dream that I have once in a while, where I'm falling. The falling part is ok...it's usually preceded by some floating around or someone making me float around against my will. But it's the falling down that gets to me. When I land, and open my eyes, it feels like I've actually fallen. I can feel the bed bouncing/wobbling as if I've just jumped on it or something. It's a crazy feeling, and it really messes with your mind as soon as you wake up because you're wondering about if you'd gotten up during the dream and just fallen back, or whether its just some amazing feature of the body (kind of like a skill you didn't know you had...again, for the one-trackers, don't!) that is able to send shockwaves through your limbs, so that when you wake up your bed is shaking. I don't know if this has happened to any of you...but if it has please share...or if you know why this happens and the 'scientific' explanation behind it then that would be nice too.

Dreaming...

Lately I have been stressed out with work and the uncertainty of living in Hawaii for much longer. I have been thinking of what would happen if I left Hawaii for good and went back to Singapore or India. Would my friends there still remember me and still value my friendship after all these years of minimal contact? These thoughts have taken over my mind for the last month or two. Some say that your dreams can sometimes take hints from your daily life and your dreams will help in sorting out your thoughts. Others say that dreams are left over thoughts and ideas in your mind that are put together by your mind to make up a story. Sometimes I feel that if you make a conscious effort you can dream about whatever you want. I think that can happen after you have taught yourself the mechanics of dreaming and how your individual mind works. Try it sometime. Amit think about more Sci-Fi stuff and read more Sci-Fi and you will dream more Sci-Fi. You must admit that you are a Sci-Fi buff and you like reading it, watching it, and also play Sci-Fi games. So, naturally your dreams take on the Sci-Fi channel.

Anyway, back to my dream. So, like I said earlier, dreams take after what your mind has been thinking about in day to day happenings. I was wondering what I was gonna do if I left and went back to Singapore, although I have no interest in going back there, I would rather go back to India. So, here I was walking around in Downtown in Singapore and I see a group of my friends smoking, yes they were all smokers (just when I don't want to be in a smoke filled environment, my dreams send me there anyway...). I go up to them and they were all surprised to see me because they didn't know I was back there. They were very happy to see me after all these years. We talked about general stuff and then they were talking about business and they were having some problem with a mailing machine that they had just bought and was critical to their business. They had all setup this business together and were doing very well, but now they had their biggest problem. They needed to get this machine working right away or they were gonna loose a lot of money. So here I was, I told them I had worked with mailing machines before and maybe I should take a look at it. They were surprised and relieved at the same time. So we went up to their office and I looked at the machine and started reading the manual and tried using it and voila...it worked. They were all so happy and now they could get back to their business and make a lot of money. Right after that was when I woke up and the dream was over...

I was thinking about my dream all last week and it has so many similarities to my life a couple of years ago. A few years ago I was in the same mind set as I am now....thinking the same things. I was out of school and I didn't have a job and no money...I was thinking about how I was gonna stay in Hawaii, I may have to leave and go home or something. And right at that time, a friend of mine (and ex boss) had a problem with a machine at his office - his business server - and his business depended on that server to work. He asked me to help and I fixed his problem for him once and then twice again, and then advised him to upgrade his machine because the problem would keep coming back. He offered me a job right then and although it was not a high paying job, it paid my bills for then and eventually became a full time, ok paying job.

So, I am a little perplexed right now. Did my mind give me this dream to console myself and ease my stress? Or am I just having this dream because I am thinking similar thoughts as I did back then? Or is it possible that both these situations are real and are moulding my life somehow? Could it be that my mind is telling me that If i left Hawaii, i would get a job easily? I do think that if a person tried his absolute hardest he will definitely get a job no matter where he is. Could this thinking be responsible for this dream? I definitely want to know what you guys think and don't spare me anything...Of course, if anyone of you has a job for me, email me and I will gladly entertain it, hehe!!

- + - Lavi - + -
Hawaii Now...

Brave Dreamers!!!

You guys are having some crazy dreams man. Good Job with the Poetry Rohin. Like it!! Anyway I think its very brave of everyone here to let others delve into their minds eye. Dreams can be very personal in nature. Let's do it...

Lavi

A Dream is a Dream is a...

A Dream is a Dream

At times there are none,
And at times there are many.
But on one stormy night,
My dreams were a plenty.

It all began,
On a mountainous peak
In a far off land,
Where the antelope speak.

Good day to you sir,
Said a cheery fella.
His shaded coat shone
In the brilliant weather.

Hello, My name is...
No need for that sir.
In this great land,
We are all the same fur.

We see you are different,
But that matters not.
Can I offer you some water,
For this day, she is hot.

What a curious creature
I thought to myself.
So hospitable and gentle.
And so willing to help.

I say, what is this land
And where are its people.
Well sir, they're all gone,
And now I, its keeper.

A keeper you say?
Why whatever do you do?
I look after these mountains,
And now there is you.

But I am not here,
This is all in my head!
Indeed you are right sir,
But this life you might've led.

When? Where? How and why?
This land is a dream, a figment
Of wandering thoughts; a lie.
Please explain what it is that you meant.

Alright good sir, I shall do my best.
But don't let my words cause you any pain.
This isn't a battle, war, or a test.
There's nothing to lose, and everything to gain.

In your head, sir, a jumble of thoughts
This dream is a reality, in a new and different world.
You came to me, and so, therefore
Remember not why you came, but who you are.

This beautiful land, its wondrous peaks,
Your mind is the gateway, what you act on is real.
So in this land, where the antelope speak,
You are a guest and master any day of the week.

But this power that you have, do not misuse.
For the land, though a figment, is really you.
Your life is a puzzle, and this land your views
About yourself and others like you.

Sleep soundly good sir, for when you awake,
You may not recall, all that we've said.
Constantly wondering about why and what-for,
Don't let that ruin the life that you've led.

(Sorry attempt at poetry...even worse when you think that I had the time to do this at work! On the bright side, however, I'm getting paid for this...hahahaha (laughing all the way to the bank))

-Rohin

Queer Dreams

For those of you who are straight, have you ever had a 'queer' dream? I have and I vaguely remember 2 of such dreams. I'm not gonna go into details, so don't ask.

The 2 dreams that I remember are separated by a time frame of several years but the most recent one was just a while ago.

After I woke up, I just lay there thinking why I would have such a dream but I didn't resist it. It was more of a curiosity.

rohit

Recurring dreams...

I'm sure most people have a particular dream that happens over and over again. I do too... but mine is very hard to describe. Mine is about something chasing me. But this 'something' is very hard to describe. The whole setting is very dark... like in an indoor maze or something. The thing that is chasing me is not something alive, it's more like an entity than anything actually. Usually in the form of a giant black boulder. Not the kind in Indiana Jones mind you... a boulder with a life of it's own that just keeps stalking me. You can feel the evil in it and the power is juggernaut like. Of course it never catches me but it is some pretty scary shit... Haven't had it in a while though.

Dream within a dream....

Have you ever had a dream where you actually fall asleep in your dream itself? That happened to me once..... Can't remember what I dreamed about in the dream within my dream but it was pretty interesting. Have you ever been a woman in your dream? (If you are a guy that is). That has never happened to me before but I know some of you are freaky mofos that way. You never know...

Dreams past......

I had a dream...about a year ago actually but it stuck in my head and hopefully you will see why.
It begins (or should i say continues) with me floating in this sort of huge rectangular chamber open at both ends. One end pointing to space and the other back to earth. Now I hear this voice that asks me a question. Basically the question was "Will you marry ---------------- and be allowed back on earth or will you say no and be banished out to space?" (Sorry, cannot say the name as it will cause unnecessary gossip and speculation.
Anyway, my answer was "no", so I was released and felt myself dropping into space. What started as me dropping turned into me flying out into space farther and farther away from earth.
Now at this point I actually thought to myself, "Holy shit I'm dreaming!!! I better remember this shit." Don't think I said 'shit' but sounds like something I would say no?
Anyway I was zipping through our solar system going past the outer planets one by one, then eventually left our solar system altogether!!
I was now entering other galaxies and boy did I see some weird ass shit!! I saw planets of funky funky colors and shapes. There was this orangish looking planet which is not so odd but the planet was square shaped! The ends were curved though insted of sharp. I saw red planets, yellow ones, all sorts!! Hell I even flew past a few spaceships as well but can't remember well enough to describe them.
Any of you dreaming yet? No? Good, then you're still awake.
Alrighty, I'm still flying when I come to what seems like the end of the known universe! You know how scenes transform from one scene to another mid dream right? Well this end of the universe I reached turned out to be a sort of lake with a wooden platform bang in the middle of it. On this platform was a table and two chairs. I land on the platform and who do I see sitting on the other side of the table?!?! A little green alien!!! So I sit across the little bugger and he puts a shot glass filled with some green jelloish liquid on the table. (Don't get excited avi). He then says to me, "Drink this and all questions you have will be answered".

You getting excited yet??

Well don't, coz just when I was drinking the damn thing my alarm went off and woke me up!!! I nearly threw the damn clock right out the window!!! What woulda been messed up is if I did drink it and all my questions got answered but I wake up and forget it all!!! What do ya think would be worse? Knowing and forgetting or not knowing at all??