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...