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!!!