Found myself at this top secret security facility where they led us to this tower like structure with the stairs going up in a circular fashion like in a light house but with this one the center was hollow so the stairs were climbing up and hugging the wall the entire time with nothing holding you in the middle. Now we were brought here to interrogate some special witness so while we waited, the "prison bars" were being set in place and these were no ordinary prison bars I can tell you. They emerged from the ground as this network of smooth, curvy shiny metal-like bars that rearranged themselves all through the hollow area from bottom to top. It was right out of a sci fi movie! There were about 8 of us there waiting for this special prisoner who was supposed to be something like Hannibal Lector...some sort of evil genius psychopath or something. Here we are waiting, waiting, waiting when we here this steady Boom...Boom...Boom sound. Our frikkin prisoner turns out to be a T-Rex!! Not like the one in Jurassic Park though but the one from King Kong. That was definitely a scarier looking sonofabitch!
As in most dreams, shit doesn't turn out the way you want so our T-Rex finds himself outside the cage and on the stairs talking to us while hunting us down. We split ourselves up above and below it on the stairs and always stayed on the other side of the stairs across it. It calmly was talking to us about this and that while at the same time would suddenly charge up or down chasing after us. Running up those stairs was tiring as hell I can tell you and everytime it stopped and started going downwards, we like idiots would follow, trying to hear what it had to say, then running up again when it started chasing us.
The bastard was just about to catch me so I did the only thing I could. I jumped off the stairs and found myself hanging on one of the bars halfway down to the ground. One of the others (looked like Martin Sheen) secured a rope somewhere and launched himself off to my rescue. He swung down and grabbed me, but miscalculated and we found ourselves swinging right through a window and out of the tower! Now it gets freaky... the tower is so high in the sky, we can't even see the ground we are hurtling towards!! By some miracle we see this rope stringing across who knows where so we grab it and are hanging on for dear life wondering what to do next. We then start to hear this music coming from below and see a luxurious pink stretch limousine flying towards us from below blasting music. Of the whole dream, that seemed the strangest part and just as we were getting in, my alarm went off...... Good Morning people.
Thursday, November 09, 2006
Thursday, August 31, 2006
Rishtafari....
Had a dream last night but only remember one scene it or should I say, an image. We were in a hotel with a nice big open air lobby area for people to sit on bamboo sofas and talk story. I see on one of the long sofas maybe 8 young cute white girls and at a right angle on a single seater sofa is Mr. Rishi throwing his smooth raps to the ladies. I then notice another dude sharing the sofa with Rishi who happened to be none other than....................................Rishi again!! Bloody hell two Rishi's!?!?! Those chicks were in trouble thas for sure. :0
Probably had a dream about Tazzan (Rishi) coz he is currently getting married in Kenya. Feel like complete shit that I could not make it with some of the boys going (Ro, Avi) but what else is new? I keep missing all my friends weddings so will not be surprised to see mine (if I ever do get married) attended by few.
Congrats Rishi and uhhhh.....crap! I can't remember her name! Sorry dude, but congrats to you both and hope you have a happy happy life together.
Goodnight all.....
Probably had a dream about Tazzan (Rishi) coz he is currently getting married in Kenya. Feel like complete shit that I could not make it with some of the boys going (Ro, Avi) but what else is new? I keep missing all my friends weddings so will not be surprised to see mine (if I ever do get married) attended by few.
Congrats Rishi and uhhhh.....crap! I can't remember her name! Sorry dude, but congrats to you both and hope you have a happy happy life together.
Goodnight all.....
Tuesday, July 18, 2006
Fact is Stranger than Fiction
This is a dream I had on the 9th of July, the 2 nights before my medical check up. I woke up that morning at about 10 am to have breakfast and went back to bed after that, when I had this dream. After the dream I jumped straight out of bed, grabbed a bad and wrote it down. It was abnormally vivid and felt very strange. I did not write it down with the intention to post it but I felt I had to get it out of my mind. I scribbled 5 full pages. At the time I had a bag of weed and some Tramadol pills in my backpack. I am in a rush and I do not have time to read it over so sorry for any spelling errors.
I woke up in the suite I was staying at in the Marriot Mumbai. It was still dark and I went over to my backpack and grabbed a pill of ecstasy out of the pouch. I popped it and immediately regretted doing that because at that moment it dawned upon me that I had an appointment for a medical check up that morning. I was not supposed to eat or drink anything 12 hours prior to the check up. I remember thinking, why have I popped a pill when I know I am going to be under a microscope in just a few hours?
Suddenly I wake up again. Still in the dream. Its 6 am now. I was awoken by load knocking on the door. I opened the door and a doctor in a white suit stormed into the room, grabbed my wrist, and started putting a band around it. I tried to stop him but he said I had to get ready for my check up. I was arguing and making excuses about how I already ate and I would not be able to do the check up today but he said it would not be a problem. They were ready for me. The band was fixed around my wrist but I managed to push the doctor out of the room. He was a Chinese or at least East Asian doctor.
I woke up again, for the third time in this dream. This time I instantly realized I was on E, but I do not remember feeling like I was rolling and I still had the yellow band around my wrist. The door bell was ringing. I answered it and this time I was greated by 3 of my aunts. And they were not even aunts that are directly related to me or that I have any emotional connection with. They had come to take for my check up and I was thinking, why them? I tried again to get out of the check up but they forced me and immediately I found myself in a Kijang car driving down some back streets in Kunningan Jakarta.
We arrived at a building that I remember from another dream. I sometimes revisit locations on dreams. Although they are real places they never resemble the exact locations. This building looked like the new skin care clinic that has opened in Kelapa Gading. It is large and mostly made of glass and metal. All the exterior walls are glass with metal supports. The parking lot was abnormally large, like a football field. In the previous dream I had been lost inside this hospital that was like a labyrinth on the inside. And I remember thinking this during this dream. I felt uneasy.
I am standing in the parking lot of the building. My aunts are gone and I do not seem to realize or even care. I am amongst a group of people that all seem to be part of an initiation with a group leader talking to us. I did not really take notice of any individual at this point or at least I do not remember taking notice. An old dusty black mustang drives up to the front of the congregation. A guy with long blonde hair and a goatee was driving the car. He looked like that dude from the last season of American Idol. I remember thinking that. He wore black jeans and a black t-shirt. His radio was turned up loud and there was a song blaring on it. It was ‘Pork Flower’ by a band my friend was in high school called ‘Mojo’. It is like a slow ballad that breaks into heavy rock towards the end. I have it on my ipod. It is an awesome song. All the people in the group seem to know this song and they are all singing along. It was like an anthem for them. It was a beautiful and serene moment.
I was blown away and the blonde dude came and stood beside me. I asked him where he got that song. He was overconfident, rough, and confrontational. He told me to fuck off. He said it was none of my business. I told him to chill and that I know this band from my high school and I was wondering if he was in the same school. I was dropping names. He told me quite nonchalant that he heard the song on the radio and that it was pretty famous.
Another car pulled up in front of the group. This time it was a large white luxury car, abnormally long, convertible, with gold trimmings, like an old school rolls stretched out 3 times its size. It was driven by a chauffer, a white guy in a uniform. In the back there was an Indian guy in a very sharp white suit with a big smug smile on his face. He was a good looking bloke too. He stood up and threw roses into the crowd like an aspiring politician.
I knew this guy. Not from real life, but again from another dream. He was a show off with degrees in all sorts of things from the best universities. The kind of guy most people would look up to. He started preached some philosophy to the crowd I was standing in. He was talking sense but not necessarily to my agreement. The mustang guy starts to argue with him and it was quite a heavy discussion. At the time we were all following it and I was thinking I have to remember this but for the life of me I cant. At this point I also notice that the chauffer was sitting in the back of the car with his boss, leaned back and feet up, egging his boss on, laughing at his jokes and whole heartedly supporting him. Eventually Mr. Mustang puts the heroic smooth talking guy in his place and silence falls. We al turn and walk towards the building.
Now this moment/vision is etched into my mind. While I was walking towards the building I turned and look back at the hero and his car has shrunk to only about 4 feet long. It is scrunched up and a dirty green color. The driver is looking forward and the steering wheel is pressed right up against his chest. The boss is sitting in the back all squeezed up with his knees up to his chin. He is not so handsome now. He has dark circles under his eyes and fangs protruding fro his mouth with a very angry look on his face. This image is burned in my mind although I had only turned and taken a momentary glance.
From here in my memory fails me. When I started writing it was all clear but by the time I got to this point it got a bi hazy. Only bits and pieces still stood out.
The building, as I said before was new and modern from the outside. Once we entered I recall thinking this is more like a rehab center than a medical check up clinic. The interior of the building was far from modern. The walls were a dirty dark red color and the rooms were small with low ceilings, very claustrophobic. There were numerous stair wells we passed through that were blocked in some parts. We had to duck and weave through gaps. Some of them too small for a normal person. It was a labyrinth. There was no way to know where you were going or coming. I was talking to some of the other patients and this period seemed to go on for a very long time. I was getting tired and I was wondering when I would wake up. I became aware that I was dreaming. I was asleep and I was tired.
I suddenly appeared in a glass room. It was clean, white, and very sterile. I was in a line of people all waiting in front of a glass counter to receive medication from a nurse. She looked like nurse Rachet from ‘One Flew over the Cuckoos Nest’. When came to my turn she handed me 4 brown pills. I asked her what they were and she told me they are good for me so take them. I was worried they would conflict with the E I had already taken. I told her that I like to know what I put in my body and I was not trying to make trouble but I just wanted to know what she was giving me so I could check it out online later. She tried to force the pills on me and suddenly a bunch of people were pinning me down. I broke free and started to run. I was ducking and diving through the holes in the labyrinth. Up and around stairs. I was frustrated and lost. I woke up. Sweating.
I woke up in the suite I was staying at in the Marriot Mumbai. It was still dark and I went over to my backpack and grabbed a pill of ecstasy out of the pouch. I popped it and immediately regretted doing that because at that moment it dawned upon me that I had an appointment for a medical check up that morning. I was not supposed to eat or drink anything 12 hours prior to the check up. I remember thinking, why have I popped a pill when I know I am going to be under a microscope in just a few hours?
Suddenly I wake up again. Still in the dream. Its 6 am now. I was awoken by load knocking on the door. I opened the door and a doctor in a white suit stormed into the room, grabbed my wrist, and started putting a band around it. I tried to stop him but he said I had to get ready for my check up. I was arguing and making excuses about how I already ate and I would not be able to do the check up today but he said it would not be a problem. They were ready for me. The band was fixed around my wrist but I managed to push the doctor out of the room. He was a Chinese or at least East Asian doctor.
I woke up again, for the third time in this dream. This time I instantly realized I was on E, but I do not remember feeling like I was rolling and I still had the yellow band around my wrist. The door bell was ringing. I answered it and this time I was greated by 3 of my aunts. And they were not even aunts that are directly related to me or that I have any emotional connection with. They had come to take for my check up and I was thinking, why them? I tried again to get out of the check up but they forced me and immediately I found myself in a Kijang car driving down some back streets in Kunningan Jakarta.
We arrived at a building that I remember from another dream. I sometimes revisit locations on dreams. Although they are real places they never resemble the exact locations. This building looked like the new skin care clinic that has opened in Kelapa Gading. It is large and mostly made of glass and metal. All the exterior walls are glass with metal supports. The parking lot was abnormally large, like a football field. In the previous dream I had been lost inside this hospital that was like a labyrinth on the inside. And I remember thinking this during this dream. I felt uneasy.
I am standing in the parking lot of the building. My aunts are gone and I do not seem to realize or even care. I am amongst a group of people that all seem to be part of an initiation with a group leader talking to us. I did not really take notice of any individual at this point or at least I do not remember taking notice. An old dusty black mustang drives up to the front of the congregation. A guy with long blonde hair and a goatee was driving the car. He looked like that dude from the last season of American Idol. I remember thinking that. He wore black jeans and a black t-shirt. His radio was turned up loud and there was a song blaring on it. It was ‘Pork Flower’ by a band my friend was in high school called ‘Mojo’. It is like a slow ballad that breaks into heavy rock towards the end. I have it on my ipod. It is an awesome song. All the people in the group seem to know this song and they are all singing along. It was like an anthem for them. It was a beautiful and serene moment.
I was blown away and the blonde dude came and stood beside me. I asked him where he got that song. He was overconfident, rough, and confrontational. He told me to fuck off. He said it was none of my business. I told him to chill and that I know this band from my high school and I was wondering if he was in the same school. I was dropping names. He told me quite nonchalant that he heard the song on the radio and that it was pretty famous.
Another car pulled up in front of the group. This time it was a large white luxury car, abnormally long, convertible, with gold trimmings, like an old school rolls stretched out 3 times its size. It was driven by a chauffer, a white guy in a uniform. In the back there was an Indian guy in a very sharp white suit with a big smug smile on his face. He was a good looking bloke too. He stood up and threw roses into the crowd like an aspiring politician.
I knew this guy. Not from real life, but again from another dream. He was a show off with degrees in all sorts of things from the best universities. The kind of guy most people would look up to. He started preached some philosophy to the crowd I was standing in. He was talking sense but not necessarily to my agreement. The mustang guy starts to argue with him and it was quite a heavy discussion. At the time we were all following it and I was thinking I have to remember this but for the life of me I cant. At this point I also notice that the chauffer was sitting in the back of the car with his boss, leaned back and feet up, egging his boss on, laughing at his jokes and whole heartedly supporting him. Eventually Mr. Mustang puts the heroic smooth talking guy in his place and silence falls. We al turn and walk towards the building.
Now this moment/vision is etched into my mind. While I was walking towards the building I turned and look back at the hero and his car has shrunk to only about 4 feet long. It is scrunched up and a dirty green color. The driver is looking forward and the steering wheel is pressed right up against his chest. The boss is sitting in the back all squeezed up with his knees up to his chin. He is not so handsome now. He has dark circles under his eyes and fangs protruding fro his mouth with a very angry look on his face. This image is burned in my mind although I had only turned and taken a momentary glance.
From here in my memory fails me. When I started writing it was all clear but by the time I got to this point it got a bi hazy. Only bits and pieces still stood out.
The building, as I said before was new and modern from the outside. Once we entered I recall thinking this is more like a rehab center than a medical check up clinic. The interior of the building was far from modern. The walls were a dirty dark red color and the rooms were small with low ceilings, very claustrophobic. There were numerous stair wells we passed through that were blocked in some parts. We had to duck and weave through gaps. Some of them too small for a normal person. It was a labyrinth. There was no way to know where you were going or coming. I was talking to some of the other patients and this period seemed to go on for a very long time. I was getting tired and I was wondering when I would wake up. I became aware that I was dreaming. I was asleep and I was tired.
I suddenly appeared in a glass room. It was clean, white, and very sterile. I was in a line of people all waiting in front of a glass counter to receive medication from a nurse. She looked like nurse Rachet from ‘One Flew over the Cuckoos Nest’. When came to my turn she handed me 4 brown pills. I asked her what they were and she told me they are good for me so take them. I was worried they would conflict with the E I had already taken. I told her that I like to know what I put in my body and I was not trying to make trouble but I just wanted to know what she was giving me so I could check it out online later. She tried to force the pills on me and suddenly a bunch of people were pinning me down. I broke free and started to run. I was ducking and diving through the holes in the labyrinth. Up and around stairs. I was frustrated and lost. I woke up. Sweating.
Tuesday, June 20, 2006
Welcome one, welcome all....
First I would like to extend a warm welcome to all members of my family for gracing my dream with their presence for the first time. Yep, pretty much all of them made it... let me explain.
I find myself in spectator mode for this part of the dream. I am way across the street facing a massive warehouse. Actually, it would be better described as a hangar and a massive hangar it was. Whoever they were were building this top secret weapon of some sort and it had to be huge to be built in something like that right? Damn right! Let me try to explain what it looks like. Imagine a huuuuuuuge mechanical manta ray with flapping wings and a flexible tail and you are pretty much there. When I say huuuuge I mean as big as a frickin Boeing 777!! It was supposed to the latest and greatest sea-faring invention of all time, but with serious destruction capabilities.
Of course the behemoth developed a mind of its own and went crazy.
Now we go back to my spactator mode, where I see this mechanical manta burst through the front gates and charge down the highway with no wheels I might add (it being made for the sea and all). Somehow we find out that it is going to show up at a certain location at a certain time for this big showdown and here we are all excited and looking forward to it as if it was some damn fireworks show. Here is where my family and some old friends come in.
First, the new location. Picture an island, with your house on the top of the highest hill overlooking the entire coastline of beautiful sandy beaches and beautiful torquoise water. The showdown was supposed to occur right at the beach at the base of our hill and we were perfectly placed. Despite the threat of death and destruction, all our family members showed up one by one, Uncle Fouad, Bunty, Penny etc to watch the show. I remember us all sitting on the grass with our plates on our laps, eating dinner and waiting for the manta to show up. Even a few friends from boarding school showed up, which was strange but was nice at the time.
Sorry to disappoint you folks but I woke up before the damn thing showed up! It's just that the whole dream leading up to that point was very interesting. Wish I was more artistically inclined, then maybe I could have drawn alot of this for you rather than try to explain it with my limited use of the english vocabulary, but what the hell.... it is only a dream.
I find myself in spectator mode for this part of the dream. I am way across the street facing a massive warehouse. Actually, it would be better described as a hangar and a massive hangar it was. Whoever they were were building this top secret weapon of some sort and it had to be huge to be built in something like that right? Damn right! Let me try to explain what it looks like. Imagine a huuuuuuuge mechanical manta ray with flapping wings and a flexible tail and you are pretty much there. When I say huuuuge I mean as big as a frickin Boeing 777!! It was supposed to the latest and greatest sea-faring invention of all time, but with serious destruction capabilities.
Of course the behemoth developed a mind of its own and went crazy.
Now we go back to my spactator mode, where I see this mechanical manta burst through the front gates and charge down the highway with no wheels I might add (it being made for the sea and all). Somehow we find out that it is going to show up at a certain location at a certain time for this big showdown and here we are all excited and looking forward to it as if it was some damn fireworks show. Here is where my family and some old friends come in.
First, the new location. Picture an island, with your house on the top of the highest hill overlooking the entire coastline of beautiful sandy beaches and beautiful torquoise water. The showdown was supposed to occur right at the beach at the base of our hill and we were perfectly placed. Despite the threat of death and destruction, all our family members showed up one by one, Uncle Fouad, Bunty, Penny etc to watch the show. I remember us all sitting on the grass with our plates on our laps, eating dinner and waiting for the manta to show up. Even a few friends from boarding school showed up, which was strange but was nice at the time.
Sorry to disappoint you folks but I woke up before the damn thing showed up! It's just that the whole dream leading up to that point was very interesting. Wish I was more artistically inclined, then maybe I could have drawn alot of this for you rather than try to explain it with my limited use of the english vocabulary, but what the hell.... it is only a dream.
Monday, June 05, 2006
Got ticker?
This was quite a freaky ass dream I must say. A buddy (don't know who) and myself went to this party. There is the outside party, where we were, with rows of jacuzzis lining the garden separated by these roman style pillars and there is the INside party. Of course only special invitees were allowed inside. We were told that we can only enter with a "ticker" and no I don't know what a ticker is, but the only way to get one is to send these designated kids inside to get one for us. So we go around looking for these kids and find one very innocent looking 12 - 13 year old (as if there are many guilty looking kids of that age...avi excluded...hehe). We recruit this champion to go get our ticker for us and his adventure begins.
He walks into what looks like a frat party, mainly with dudes all over the place drinking etc. He is not sure what to do and is not being helped by anybody. The person who ends up helping him out is one I would not expect. This helpful chap happens to be Danny Mukhi. Now, for those of you who do not know Danny, he was a friend of ours from Ghana who passed away around 10 years ago. He took our young lad to a corner and explained quietly that he was supposed to go upstairs to get the ticker. All this while Danny's "friends" were peaking around the bend with an evil look in their eyes which probably meant Danny was doing something he was not supposed to do. We don't know what happened to Danny after that coz we follow our ticker getter onwards and upwards. He goes upstairs and finds himself in this wild world of sex and drugs. There are chicks everywhere half naked, laughing, making out with guys, feeding them, dancing with them and anything else you can imagine. Our young fella is a bit uncomfortable with this situation (I mean who wouldn't be, with naked chicks and booze and drugs lying around right? :)
I think on a subconscious level I wanted the kid to stay there coz we are now shifting to another scene a few floors higher. Picture a grieving widow on one side, facing about 4-5 ladies with nothing but evil in their eyes. They are convincing her that her husband died because he was cheating on her and was a major asshole etc. Her tears stopped flowing and slowly but surely she was getting sucked into their soft words of reassurance and their fake smiles. All this while just behind these ladies, the air started to shimmer and something began to take shape. It was none other than her dead husband, looking deader than ever and kinda freaky if you ask me. He cried to her (more like a ghostly wail) not to believe them as it was they who killed him. His last words were "Avvveeeennnge meeeeeeeee". Man, you should have seen her then. From a weak, grief stricken widow, she suddenly turned into the female version of Jet Li! Evil bitches were flying all over the room and the main evil bitch was kicked right over the railing and fell all the way down. Let me give you the layout before I continue. This scene was on maybe the 4th or 5th floor of a with the staircase going up in a square shaped formation with the middle empty from top to bottom. I hope it's clear. Anyway, the main evil bitch goes all the way down and our vengeful widow after manhandling the rest start swinging down the railing like tarzan and eventually lands on the bitch on the ground floor with her high heals slamming right into her. Now, instead of her bursting and spraying blood all over, she simply breaks apart like kindling you would throw into a fire. Pretty wild stuff I tell you.
Now that that little piece of drama is over with, lets go back to my friend and myself. It seems our little guy never came back so it fell on me to do the honours. I somehow managed to figure out a way to get inside so I started to make my way from the jacuzzi on one end of the garden to the building on the other end. In between, the party was rocking with people also making out all over the place. Just before I get to the steps leading up to the entrance of the building, I come across this huuuuge bed, with guys rolling around on it. I mean it was packed with fellas, all fully clothed just rolling around as if they were fucking drunk or something. Nothing sexual but kinda weird all the same. I spot Dinesh (my elder bro) also on the bed and he's wearing my shirt!! For some reason I get pissed off and am trying to yell at him for wearing my shirt. This dumb looking bouncer steps up to me and rudely asks for my pass before I even attempt to enter the building. I angrily flip it across his face and tell him to piss off. Dinesh sees this and gets annoyed at the bouncer and starts yelling at him to apologize while I am trying to yell at him again. He seems also pretty drunk or fucked up on something so it's hard to get through.
At this point I start getting the feeling that I am oversleeping and will be late for work and decide to wake up. Abrupt ending to a funky ass dream..... I hope I have more of them....:)
He walks into what looks like a frat party, mainly with dudes all over the place drinking etc. He is not sure what to do and is not being helped by anybody. The person who ends up helping him out is one I would not expect. This helpful chap happens to be Danny Mukhi. Now, for those of you who do not know Danny, he was a friend of ours from Ghana who passed away around 10 years ago. He took our young lad to a corner and explained quietly that he was supposed to go upstairs to get the ticker. All this while Danny's "friends" were peaking around the bend with an evil look in their eyes which probably meant Danny was doing something he was not supposed to do. We don't know what happened to Danny after that coz we follow our ticker getter onwards and upwards. He goes upstairs and finds himself in this wild world of sex and drugs. There are chicks everywhere half naked, laughing, making out with guys, feeding them, dancing with them and anything else you can imagine. Our young fella is a bit uncomfortable with this situation (I mean who wouldn't be, with naked chicks and booze and drugs lying around right? :)
I think on a subconscious level I wanted the kid to stay there coz we are now shifting to another scene a few floors higher. Picture a grieving widow on one side, facing about 4-5 ladies with nothing but evil in their eyes. They are convincing her that her husband died because he was cheating on her and was a major asshole etc. Her tears stopped flowing and slowly but surely she was getting sucked into their soft words of reassurance and their fake smiles. All this while just behind these ladies, the air started to shimmer and something began to take shape. It was none other than her dead husband, looking deader than ever and kinda freaky if you ask me. He cried to her (more like a ghostly wail) not to believe them as it was they who killed him. His last words were "Avvveeeennnge meeeeeeeee". Man, you should have seen her then. From a weak, grief stricken widow, she suddenly turned into the female version of Jet Li! Evil bitches were flying all over the room and the main evil bitch was kicked right over the railing and fell all the way down. Let me give you the layout before I continue. This scene was on maybe the 4th or 5th floor of a with the staircase going up in a square shaped formation with the middle empty from top to bottom. I hope it's clear. Anyway, the main evil bitch goes all the way down and our vengeful widow after manhandling the rest start swinging down the railing like tarzan and eventually lands on the bitch on the ground floor with her high heals slamming right into her. Now, instead of her bursting and spraying blood all over, she simply breaks apart like kindling you would throw into a fire. Pretty wild stuff I tell you.
Now that that little piece of drama is over with, lets go back to my friend and myself. It seems our little guy never came back so it fell on me to do the honours. I somehow managed to figure out a way to get inside so I started to make my way from the jacuzzi on one end of the garden to the building on the other end. In between, the party was rocking with people also making out all over the place. Just before I get to the steps leading up to the entrance of the building, I come across this huuuuge bed, with guys rolling around on it. I mean it was packed with fellas, all fully clothed just rolling around as if they were fucking drunk or something. Nothing sexual but kinda weird all the same. I spot Dinesh (my elder bro) also on the bed and he's wearing my shirt!! For some reason I get pissed off and am trying to yell at him for wearing my shirt. This dumb looking bouncer steps up to me and rudely asks for my pass before I even attempt to enter the building. I angrily flip it across his face and tell him to piss off. Dinesh sees this and gets annoyed at the bouncer and starts yelling at him to apologize while I am trying to yell at him again. He seems also pretty drunk or fucked up on something so it's hard to get through.
At this point I start getting the feeling that I am oversleeping and will be late for work and decide to wake up. Abrupt ending to a funky ass dream..... I hope I have more of them....:)
Friday, June 02, 2006
Fragmented
Air Force One had been hijacked, and I seemed to have ringside seats for the ass-kicking of Harrison Ford. Weird though it was, it seemed like I'd landed on the set, except it was all a live sequence and there wasn't any director waiting to yell cut. No, it was more like the real deal. And I couldn't do anything to help, or even to make a difference and take a potshot at Mr. Ford, you know, just for fun. It was like I was a forced silent witness to the fighting that was going on. Oh yeah, if I said ass-kicking I meant fighting, because he was hitting back but the dudes who were pummelling him seemed to be doing so a little more effectively...because he was spitting blood everywhere.
Then, we shifted scene to another movie, and although I couldn't tell which one it was specifically it seemed to be something out of The Fugitive. What was the common element? Mr. Ford was fighting off some other bad guys who were making him spit blood everywhere...again. And as intese as the scene was, you know, people getting thrown around and breaking furniture and other assorted objects with their falling bodies, it sucked to just be around. I wish I'd dreamt that I was eating some popcorn or something. But that's how this sequence ended...just Harrison getting messed up a bit and trying to do the same to the guys who cared to do the same to him.
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And then I was in a bookshop. No scenes of rumbling here, thank God, because it was nice and quiet...just the way I like a bookshop to be. I was glancing around aimlessly as I am usually wont to do, but in no time my eyes fell on something that piqued my interest. It was a book by Daniel Quinn, and it was titled "Book 8: The Insects Become One". Now, he hasn't written a book like this, but Mr. Quinn is an author I've come to respect for some pretty extraordinary ideas. I've bought three of his books so far and none of them have failed to interest me. But what about this book in the dream? I mean, Book 8? He's written about 10 books so far. And about insects? Well, I didn't glance through it, and I vaguely remember purchasing the book and leaving the bookshop to go home and read it, just before I woke up...but it didn't make sense.
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The last installment of this post has to do with a fragment of a dream that happened three nights ago. It involved a lot of fighting like in the Harrison Ford example, except I was on the receiving end, so to speak. It was wierd, and I didn't make much of it then, but after last night's dream I just got to thinking, "What the hell is up with all this fighting?" Anyway, it involved someone picking a fight with me, and me backing off because that's how I usually deal with these things. But this person, who wasn't familiar but seemed to vaguely resemble someone I knew eons ago, kept at it and finally started shoving me around.
On the third shove, I lost it and hit back as hard as I could. The rest of the fight involved formidable blows by both of us because we were doing a whole lot of blood donation to the sidewalk. And then I told him to take it easy because this wasn't solving anything. He seemed to back off...or at least to back off long enough for me to begin to leave. The moment I'd turned my back on him he was back to picking a fight...or re-picking it even. And I didn't understand why he was doing it, but I decided to put an end to it and made the first move. More blood donating...more formidable blows...and the next thing I knew I'd broken his arm at the elbow and was threatening to rip it off at the shoulder if he didn't cease and desist from this foolishness. And that's when I woke up, short of breath, and wondering what the hell had just gone on.
Then, we shifted scene to another movie, and although I couldn't tell which one it was specifically it seemed to be something out of The Fugitive. What was the common element? Mr. Ford was fighting off some other bad guys who were making him spit blood everywhere...again. And as intese as the scene was, you know, people getting thrown around and breaking furniture and other assorted objects with their falling bodies, it sucked to just be around. I wish I'd dreamt that I was eating some popcorn or something. But that's how this sequence ended...just Harrison getting messed up a bit and trying to do the same to the guys who cared to do the same to him.
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And then I was in a bookshop. No scenes of rumbling here, thank God, because it was nice and quiet...just the way I like a bookshop to be. I was glancing around aimlessly as I am usually wont to do, but in no time my eyes fell on something that piqued my interest. It was a book by Daniel Quinn, and it was titled "Book 8: The Insects Become One". Now, he hasn't written a book like this, but Mr. Quinn is an author I've come to respect for some pretty extraordinary ideas. I've bought three of his books so far and none of them have failed to interest me. But what about this book in the dream? I mean, Book 8? He's written about 10 books so far. And about insects? Well, I didn't glance through it, and I vaguely remember purchasing the book and leaving the bookshop to go home and read it, just before I woke up...but it didn't make sense.
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The last installment of this post has to do with a fragment of a dream that happened three nights ago. It involved a lot of fighting like in the Harrison Ford example, except I was on the receiving end, so to speak. It was wierd, and I didn't make much of it then, but after last night's dream I just got to thinking, "What the hell is up with all this fighting?" Anyway, it involved someone picking a fight with me, and me backing off because that's how I usually deal with these things. But this person, who wasn't familiar but seemed to vaguely resemble someone I knew eons ago, kept at it and finally started shoving me around.
On the third shove, I lost it and hit back as hard as I could. The rest of the fight involved formidable blows by both of us because we were doing a whole lot of blood donation to the sidewalk. And then I told him to take it easy because this wasn't solving anything. He seemed to back off...or at least to back off long enough for me to begin to leave. The moment I'd turned my back on him he was back to picking a fight...or re-picking it even. And I didn't understand why he was doing it, but I decided to put an end to it and made the first move. More blood donating...more formidable blows...and the next thing I knew I'd broken his arm at the elbow and was threatening to rip it off at the shoulder if he didn't cease and desist from this foolishness. And that's when I woke up, short of breath, and wondering what the hell had just gone on.
Wednesday, May 31, 2006
Prison Break....
Any of you seen Prison Break yet?? Wicked wicked show. I would highly recommend it.
Now to business... sorry but this dream should have been longer than it was. I think lights going off in the middle of the night and waking me up sort of screwed the whole thing but it was still very cool...whatever I can remember anyway. I find myself in prison, yes prison and please don't ask or debate what I went to prison for coz I don't know and don't wanna know.
As is the case with dreams, this was no ordinary prison. This prison was miles and miles high in the sky. I mean you look out the window and see clouds, not above you but below! Picture a small room with stone blocks and rough concrete walls and one tall window with bars looking out at nothing but sky. The view of course was magnificent but hard to enjoy it given the circumstances.
Some other stuff happens that I cannot remember so lets just go to the topic of escape ok? Okey dokey! I'm in the room with two guards it seems, who are just chilling out coz let's face it, where can I go right? They don't even move a muscle when I find myself unscrewing the screws on the barred window with a screwdriver that happens to appear in my hand. Yep, the window is screwed in.
I decide to unscrew the top part of the window and let it fall outwards but not fall off completely because of the bottom screws still in place. I pop my head out and look left, look right, then look down. I usually love heights but you can forgive my queasiness as my eyes nearly pop out of their sockets as I survey the scene around and below me. I see no windows to the left and right of me, which is fine. It's the sheer drop below with no foothold or anything going down down down right through the clouds to whatever lies beneath. For all I know it's a nice bed of cotton waiting to cushion my fall but I ain't that stupid, even in my dream.
I sadly decide pull the bars back up and screw it back in before the warden passes by and decides to throw me out for my impudence.
There endeth the story.... with me forever stuck in my prison with a view.
Now to business... sorry but this dream should have been longer than it was. I think lights going off in the middle of the night and waking me up sort of screwed the whole thing but it was still very cool...whatever I can remember anyway. I find myself in prison, yes prison and please don't ask or debate what I went to prison for coz I don't know and don't wanna know.
As is the case with dreams, this was no ordinary prison. This prison was miles and miles high in the sky. I mean you look out the window and see clouds, not above you but below! Picture a small room with stone blocks and rough concrete walls and one tall window with bars looking out at nothing but sky. The view of course was magnificent but hard to enjoy it given the circumstances.
Some other stuff happens that I cannot remember so lets just go to the topic of escape ok? Okey dokey! I'm in the room with two guards it seems, who are just chilling out coz let's face it, where can I go right? They don't even move a muscle when I find myself unscrewing the screws on the barred window with a screwdriver that happens to appear in my hand. Yep, the window is screwed in.
I decide to unscrew the top part of the window and let it fall outwards but not fall off completely because of the bottom screws still in place. I pop my head out and look left, look right, then look down. I usually love heights but you can forgive my queasiness as my eyes nearly pop out of their sockets as I survey the scene around and below me. I see no windows to the left and right of me, which is fine. It's the sheer drop below with no foothold or anything going down down down right through the clouds to whatever lies beneath. For all I know it's a nice bed of cotton waiting to cushion my fall but I ain't that stupid, even in my dream.
I sadly decide pull the bars back up and screw it back in before the warden passes by and decides to throw me out for my impudence.
There endeth the story.... with me forever stuck in my prison with a view.
Tuesday, May 30, 2006
Driven
This was kind of strange. I find myself being challenged by Vin Diesel to a dirt road race, he on his bike and myself in a off road pick up truck. I can remember myself zooming around the bends and Vin jumping over me, somersaulting, cartwheeling and anything else you can imagine. Of course I won the race.
The prize turned out to be this amazing buffet of fruits and vegetables! The space was the size of damn supermarket, I mean it was huuuuuge! There were tables and shelves all over the places just stocked with any fruit or veggie you could imagine. Next thing I know there are people all over the place just chowing down. I ate my fill but spent the whole time trying to remember a word I know for 'buffet'. The funny thing is that the word has two letter q's in it and I believe there is no word for buffet like that but I was convinced there was a word and that it was on the tip of my tongue. I could never remember it though.
We now shift to another scene altogether. This is more of an oval track race like nascar but with souped up pick ups and other suvs. The damn car gets stolen on the night of the race so this chick (cute chick if I recall correctly) and I are going around looking for the car and find out that the damn thing was stolen by the drivers coked out ex girlfriend. We get it back easily enough and return it to him who by now is super duper pissed off. Off he goes charging into the race (which has already begun) and drives with absolutely no fear. He wins of course and in the midst of our celebrations and preparation the next night for the race, the damn car gets stolen again! This cute chick and myself find ourselves in a parking lot arguing with some guys when she suddenly grabs this guy's keys and we hop into his corvette and jet outta there with them going ape shit in the parking lot. I should mention that I took a pill (not sure what it was) earlier and by now am tripping like crazy. I remember feeling just how heavy and powerful the car was but also how everything around me was moving in very quick jerky motions. She managed to ram into a few fences and road cones before we got to the same spot we found the car the night before. The dumb bitch had stolen the car again and was in a small cafe eating with her boyfriend. As soon as we walk in, she simply hands the keys over to us. I realize that any threats or screams won't work coz she is simply too coked out to know what's going on. She says "I can take this car anytime I want" as we walk out. The next thing i know I am apologizing to the cute chick in the car for thinking she stole the car which was strange coz I never thought such a thing. My alarm then wakes me as she is forgiving me which kinda sucked as I'm sure there would be a make up make out session or something.... ah well.
The prize turned out to be this amazing buffet of fruits and vegetables! The space was the size of damn supermarket, I mean it was huuuuuge! There were tables and shelves all over the places just stocked with any fruit or veggie you could imagine. Next thing I know there are people all over the place just chowing down. I ate my fill but spent the whole time trying to remember a word I know for 'buffet'. The funny thing is that the word has two letter q's in it and I believe there is no word for buffet like that but I was convinced there was a word and that it was on the tip of my tongue. I could never remember it though.
We now shift to another scene altogether. This is more of an oval track race like nascar but with souped up pick ups and other suvs. The damn car gets stolen on the night of the race so this chick (cute chick if I recall correctly) and I are going around looking for the car and find out that the damn thing was stolen by the drivers coked out ex girlfriend. We get it back easily enough and return it to him who by now is super duper pissed off. Off he goes charging into the race (which has already begun) and drives with absolutely no fear. He wins of course and in the midst of our celebrations and preparation the next night for the race, the damn car gets stolen again! This cute chick and myself find ourselves in a parking lot arguing with some guys when she suddenly grabs this guy's keys and we hop into his corvette and jet outta there with them going ape shit in the parking lot. I should mention that I took a pill (not sure what it was) earlier and by now am tripping like crazy. I remember feeling just how heavy and powerful the car was but also how everything around me was moving in very quick jerky motions. She managed to ram into a few fences and road cones before we got to the same spot we found the car the night before. The dumb bitch had stolen the car again and was in a small cafe eating with her boyfriend. As soon as we walk in, she simply hands the keys over to us. I realize that any threats or screams won't work coz she is simply too coked out to know what's going on. She says "I can take this car anytime I want" as we walk out. The next thing i know I am apologizing to the cute chick in the car for thinking she stole the car which was strange coz I never thought such a thing. My alarm then wakes me as she is forgiving me which kinda sucked as I'm sure there would be a make up make out session or something.... ah well.
Thursday, May 25, 2006
On the way to church...
It seemed to be a normal enough trip. After all, we were only going to go to the Infant Jesus Shrine in Bangalore, and though it's a little out of the way it is still very much within city limits. So, my aunt, my mother and I left the house at the specified time. The idea was to beat the crowd and get in and out before the mass of human flesh accumulated, as did the metallic sea of vehicles outside.
We were aiming to leave the house at 7 am, and I distinctly remember double-checking with my aunt about this. But no problems here, as we walked out of the gate with five minutes to spare.
However, the first sign of trouble began when we tried to catch an auto to our destination. We must've asked 20-30 autorickshaws before one guy finally decided to give us a lift...as it often seems in such situations. Then, the scene suddenly shifted to somewhere closer to where I work.
This next scene found the three of us on the road and again trying to catch an auto. This time around, or in Scene 2 as I like to call it, it was raining cats and dogs! There were times when we were on the side of the road, and then there were other times when we were near the divider getting water splashed on us by passing vehicles. It was pitiable! No one was stopping and it was a hopeless effort entirely. Still, and for some strange reason, none of us mentioned trying to turn back and getting home before it was too late. But it was written all over our faces as we stood there soaked to the bone.
At this point, I opened my eyes and checked the clock to find that it was 5 am. The rest? Well, the rest is reality...
We were aiming to leave the house at 7 am, and I distinctly remember double-checking with my aunt about this. But no problems here, as we walked out of the gate with five minutes to spare.
However, the first sign of trouble began when we tried to catch an auto to our destination. We must've asked 20-30 autorickshaws before one guy finally decided to give us a lift...as it often seems in such situations. Then, the scene suddenly shifted to somewhere closer to where I work.
This next scene found the three of us on the road and again trying to catch an auto. This time around, or in Scene 2 as I like to call it, it was raining cats and dogs! There were times when we were on the side of the road, and then there were other times when we were near the divider getting water splashed on us by passing vehicles. It was pitiable! No one was stopping and it was a hopeless effort entirely. Still, and for some strange reason, none of us mentioned trying to turn back and getting home before it was too late. But it was written all over our faces as we stood there soaked to the bone.
At this point, I opened my eyes and checked the clock to find that it was 5 am. The rest? Well, the rest is reality...
Wednesday, May 24, 2006
Dr. Evil
Damn! The longer I go through the day, the harder it is to remember details of the dreams I had. I kept repeating to myself all morning, "You dreamt of Dr. Evil, you dreamt of Dr. Evil" so I wouldn't forget the whole thing entirely. Here's the gist of the story.
Dr. Evil was doing his usual business of taking over the world, or holding the world to ransom or some shit like that, and for some reason he had me on his most wanted list. Like the hero that I am, (or zero? I forget which one) I decide that the best place to hide is right under his very nose, so I infiltrate his base and pose as one of his workers. He had these two small ass ugly dogs, that serve no other purpose than to annoy everybody with the shrill barking and stupid behaviour. They kept coming up to me and sniffing away and growling but luckily nobody paid them any mind. I even bumped in Dr. Evil himself on a couple occasions going from one place to another and even though he looked right at me, he never recognised who I was.
By this time, they have found my place and ransacked it etc. I happen to see one of his footsoldiers walking by with my Army Men pc game cd. I remember thinking, "what the f*#@??" I followed the fool to a room and observed about 8 people playing army men on computers! It was strange and the one thing that stood out was the size of the damn monitors! I kept saying, "damn, I need to get me one of those!!"
Next thing I find myself at a banquet thrown by Dr. Evil for his peeps. All of is sitting on one looooooong as dining table with Dr. Evil of course in the middle and myself about 6 people down. At this point i was close to freaking out coz his damn dogs were again sniffing around me and he just kept staring at me.
Wakey wakey!!! That's all she wrote folks.
Dr. Evil was doing his usual business of taking over the world, or holding the world to ransom or some shit like that, and for some reason he had me on his most wanted list. Like the hero that I am, (or zero? I forget which one) I decide that the best place to hide is right under his very nose, so I infiltrate his base and pose as one of his workers. He had these two small ass ugly dogs, that serve no other purpose than to annoy everybody with the shrill barking and stupid behaviour. They kept coming up to me and sniffing away and growling but luckily nobody paid them any mind. I even bumped in Dr. Evil himself on a couple occasions going from one place to another and even though he looked right at me, he never recognised who I was.
By this time, they have found my place and ransacked it etc. I happen to see one of his footsoldiers walking by with my Army Men pc game cd. I remember thinking, "what the f*#@??" I followed the fool to a room and observed about 8 people playing army men on computers! It was strange and the one thing that stood out was the size of the damn monitors! I kept saying, "damn, I need to get me one of those!!"
Next thing I find myself at a banquet thrown by Dr. Evil for his peeps. All of is sitting on one looooooong as dining table with Dr. Evil of course in the middle and myself about 6 people down. At this point i was close to freaking out coz his damn dogs were again sniffing around me and he just kept staring at me.
Wakey wakey!!! That's all she wrote folks.
Wednesday, May 17, 2006
Going back to...
All I remember was waking up thinking, "Wait a minute. I've seen that place before." And I struggled a bit to try and remember what the hell the dream I had had was all about. Well, here's a shot at trying to capture most of it.
The reason I titled this "Going back to..." was because it seemed to take place in the same house as a dream I had late last year. The wierd thing was, it was the same cast and crew as well. Alright, I don't mean to make this sound like a movie, but everyone was there; all the Kodai people and whoever else it was that I didn't happen to recognize the first time around. Funny how you tend to recognize the fact that you don't know someone when you see them again, eh?
Anyway, it was a rather dull dream. Dull because there wasn't anything significant that happened in it, and it wasn't even like MTV's Full House or whatever that "reality show" was. There were just people around doing their daily chores and I was one of them. Nothing exciting about doing your laundry and stuff even if it's in a dream...even if you dream that you're in some guilded palace with servants at your every beck and call. Wait, if that were the case you wouldn't be doing your own laundry, eh?
Well, the last scene of the dream was just a bunch of us trying to tidy up the room that we occupied. Then one of the guys threw something at another, and the cleaning up gave way to additional tomfoolery.
In conclusion, a rather insipid dream. If anything, the only point of interest was the fact that the location and people repeated themselves...in the dream, that is.
The reason I titled this "Going back to..." was because it seemed to take place in the same house as a dream I had late last year. The wierd thing was, it was the same cast and crew as well. Alright, I don't mean to make this sound like a movie, but everyone was there; all the Kodai people and whoever else it was that I didn't happen to recognize the first time around. Funny how you tend to recognize the fact that you don't know someone when you see them again, eh?
Anyway, it was a rather dull dream. Dull because there wasn't anything significant that happened in it, and it wasn't even like MTV's Full House or whatever that "reality show" was. There were just people around doing their daily chores and I was one of them. Nothing exciting about doing your laundry and stuff even if it's in a dream...even if you dream that you're in some guilded palace with servants at your every beck and call. Wait, if that were the case you wouldn't be doing your own laundry, eh?
Well, the last scene of the dream was just a bunch of us trying to tidy up the room that we occupied. Then one of the guys threw something at another, and the cleaning up gave way to additional tomfoolery.
In conclusion, a rather insipid dream. If anything, the only point of interest was the fact that the location and people repeated themselves...in the dream, that is.
Friday, May 12, 2006
MC Malayalee?
No, I'm not trying to follow in the footsteps of that once popular, baggy-pants-wearing, jumping-like-a-Mexican-jumping-bean star MC Hammer. I'm not even hoping that people will make the connection with that once-funny-but-now-downright-god-awful Indianized rendition of "Welcome to Atlanta" by MC Vikram and Luda-Krishna. Don't know what I'm talking about? Consider yourself extreeemely lucky.
This dream begins with a restaurant, a somewhat spiffy, fine dining kind of place. And everything's all quiet, quite exceedingly so...just so that you get a picture of the place was like. Where you usually hear the gentle clanging of cutlery as metal meets ceramic, there were no such sounds here. In fact, you couldn't even hear the people breathing, let alone any conversation. It was more like a hospital than a restaurant, come to think of it.
And there I sat, enjoying my pasta, I think it was. But I couldn't shake that feeling of things being too, too quiet. It just felt unnatural...unnaturally uptight, even. So I decided to break the ice, and in true Jax fashion I decided that something needed to be done.
The first thing I did was to emit a noise from the back of my throat, like a sort of precursor to an audible laugh. It's the kind of sound that a person makes when they want to indicate to the other person/people that they think what was just said was ridiculous at best, and just plain dumbassedness at worst. That got a couple of people at the table nearest me giggling. That was cool, almost like a licence to continue with what I began doing. But what was I doing? Oh yeah, I was breaking the silence that I felt was unnerving.
Before I knew it, I was going from table to table making fun of what people were eating; telling them what it looked like and how I wouldn't eat even if they paid me to. And there was the occasional observation about how waiters in restaurants manage to always keep their cool, kind of like those guards or people you see at carnivals who challenge you to make them laugh without touching them. It kept going on and on, and the audience, now pretty much done with their meals, seemed to be listening to me and enjoying whatever I was saying. There were a couple of hecklers in the beginning, but I think that mob mentality ultimately gave way to their individual, stuck up points of view. Wow, I sound like I'm defending myself in reality too!
Then, pretty soon, it was all over. And I sat back down on what seemed to be a couch in the waiting area. The first words out of my mouth, and for whatever reason, were, "I wish that Myoung-Hoon Lee were here." And although I woke up a little while after that, I couldn't shake the whole feeling of 'why' after having made that statement. I seem to remember that in my dream I kept imagining how he would have gotten so many more people involved with the humor and all that...but why was I wishing he had been there? For those of you wondering who he is, he was a classmate of mine from Kodai School. A Korean guy who was like a wall in terms of size and possibly proportion too, and damn, daaaamn funny!
But I woke up with a good feeling, or feeling good, rather. It felt nice to have made people laugh, and I guess because things worked out well in the dream I had no real reason to feel otherwise. As a first shot at self-analysis, I'd have to say that I was influenced by this post on Avi's blog. But that still doesn't explain the mention of the "Krazy K" as he called himself from time to time.
This dream begins with a restaurant, a somewhat spiffy, fine dining kind of place. And everything's all quiet, quite exceedingly so...just so that you get a picture of the place was like. Where you usually hear the gentle clanging of cutlery as metal meets ceramic, there were no such sounds here. In fact, you couldn't even hear the people breathing, let alone any conversation. It was more like a hospital than a restaurant, come to think of it.
And there I sat, enjoying my pasta, I think it was. But I couldn't shake that feeling of things being too, too quiet. It just felt unnatural...unnaturally uptight, even. So I decided to break the ice, and in true Jax fashion I decided that something needed to be done.
The first thing I did was to emit a noise from the back of my throat, like a sort of precursor to an audible laugh. It's the kind of sound that a person makes when they want to indicate to the other person/people that they think what was just said was ridiculous at best, and just plain dumbassedness at worst. That got a couple of people at the table nearest me giggling. That was cool, almost like a licence to continue with what I began doing. But what was I doing? Oh yeah, I was breaking the silence that I felt was unnerving.
Before I knew it, I was going from table to table making fun of what people were eating; telling them what it looked like and how I wouldn't eat even if they paid me to. And there was the occasional observation about how waiters in restaurants manage to always keep their cool, kind of like those guards or people you see at carnivals who challenge you to make them laugh without touching them. It kept going on and on, and the audience, now pretty much done with their meals, seemed to be listening to me and enjoying whatever I was saying. There were a couple of hecklers in the beginning, but I think that mob mentality ultimately gave way to their individual, stuck up points of view. Wow, I sound like I'm defending myself in reality too!
Then, pretty soon, it was all over. And I sat back down on what seemed to be a couch in the waiting area. The first words out of my mouth, and for whatever reason, were, "I wish that Myoung-Hoon Lee were here." And although I woke up a little while after that, I couldn't shake the whole feeling of 'why' after having made that statement. I seem to remember that in my dream I kept imagining how he would have gotten so many more people involved with the humor and all that...but why was I wishing he had been there? For those of you wondering who he is, he was a classmate of mine from Kodai School. A Korean guy who was like a wall in terms of size and possibly proportion too, and damn, daaaamn funny!
But I woke up with a good feeling, or feeling good, rather. It felt nice to have made people laugh, and I guess because things worked out well in the dream I had no real reason to feel otherwise. As a first shot at self-analysis, I'd have to say that I was influenced by this post on Avi's blog. But that still doesn't explain the mention of the "Krazy K" as he called himself from time to time.
Thursday, May 11, 2006
Here doggy.....
This was not a good dream. It was short but not good. I've been back in Ghana for what 2 years now so it's natural to get used to our dog and hell even become a bit fond of the bugger, so this was tough to take. It's all your fault Avi!! You will see why later on....
Ok, to the dream... I find myself in my parents flat in Bombay, with my parents. Mom is in the kitchen cooking some with her friend and dad is downstairs at the lobby with a friend. I hear my dog barking like mad out on our balcony and go see what's up. I see our dog (a pekingese called Pino) on this stool with his front legs on the railing looking up towards the balcony to our left but one floor up. I look up and see this massive goddamn rottweiler and I could have sworn it was none other than Bacchus, Avi's dog. Now if you have seen him you will know he is huuuuuuge! Bacchus is also going crazy up there, looking at Pino and wanting to get to him by any means necessary.
I think it's all good as he can't get to our balcony and go back inside. Next thing you know I see Bacchus jump over his railing and land in our balcony!! I was freaking out at this point as I see him chasing Pino in slow motion from one end of the balcony to the other. Pino keeps running and runs right off the balcony, shreiking and barking all the way to his death about 6 floors below. It was a terrible thing to watch but I think watching Bacchus tear Pino to shreds would have been harder. I now have the hardest task to perform, which is to inform my parents that the dog they love so much is dead. Mom had a very calm look on her face when I told her, which I think was more shock than anything else. Harder to remember how dad took the news but I woke up soon after that with my heart pounding.
I'm more of a cat person than dog but nonetheless, this was a tough one and hopefully I don't have another one like it any time soon.
Ok, to the dream... I find myself in my parents flat in Bombay, with my parents. Mom is in the kitchen cooking some with her friend and dad is downstairs at the lobby with a friend. I hear my dog barking like mad out on our balcony and go see what's up. I see our dog (a pekingese called Pino) on this stool with his front legs on the railing looking up towards the balcony to our left but one floor up. I look up and see this massive goddamn rottweiler and I could have sworn it was none other than Bacchus, Avi's dog. Now if you have seen him you will know he is huuuuuuge! Bacchus is also going crazy up there, looking at Pino and wanting to get to him by any means necessary.
I think it's all good as he can't get to our balcony and go back inside. Next thing you know I see Bacchus jump over his railing and land in our balcony!! I was freaking out at this point as I see him chasing Pino in slow motion from one end of the balcony to the other. Pino keeps running and runs right off the balcony, shreiking and barking all the way to his death about 6 floors below. It was a terrible thing to watch but I think watching Bacchus tear Pino to shreds would have been harder. I now have the hardest task to perform, which is to inform my parents that the dog they love so much is dead. Mom had a very calm look on her face when I told her, which I think was more shock than anything else. Harder to remember how dad took the news but I woke up soon after that with my heart pounding.
I'm more of a cat person than dog but nonetheless, this was a tough one and hopefully I don't have another one like it any time soon.
Friday, May 05, 2006
Sachin who???
I finally remembered a dream last night, and what a nice dream it was too! Not sure if most of you know but I have been playing cricket since I was ten years old in boarding school in India, so it's no surprise that I am a big fan of the game.
Ok, now to the dream. India is playing a nationally televised cricket match against New Zealand... I think, and I (of all people) have been selected to play for India. They bat first, and amass a pretty high score, which we have to chase down. We start off well going at a pretty high pace, but then the wickets start to tumble and the run chase starts to stumble. Next thing you know, it's my turn! I think I am 6th down or something and I join Mr. Dhoni on the pitch!
I am frickin nervous walking on the field and keep wondering how I look on TV. We are wearing these navy blue team uniforms instead of the usual sky blue. I could see myself walking on the field in full battle gear (pads, helmet etc) with my name clearly on the back...DHAWAN!! haha. I arrive at the stumps and am sooo glad to see that I am facing a spinner rather than a pace bowler coz I hate pace bowling (probably due to the fact that it doesn't have to bounce too high to take my head off). Anyway, I go through my first over barely managing to keep the spinner at bay while keeping in mind that we need to keep scoring runs. I get through that over and have to face a medium pacer next. His first ball comes angling towards my leg side and I see everything in slow motion at this point. The ball looks the size of a basketball and I take a massive swing at it. This is where you would think I fuck up massively right? Hell no baby!! I hammer that bastard for a six!! That settles me down and over the next 40 odd balls, I manage to make around 27 runs. The manner of my getting out was so weird though. The spinner flicks the ball to me and I block it but it starts rolling towards my wickets. I swipe the ball away clearly before it hits the stumps but i still see the stumps move. I look behind me and instead of seeing the wicket keeper, i see two umpires standing right there. They both say OUT! and I'm standing there wondering what the hell they are talking about, but alas that was the end of my adventure. I still walk off pretty happy with my international ODI debut. I remember going online to cricinfo.com just to see my name on the score sheet...haha
I woke up with no alarms ringing or anything but rather with a nice peaceful feeling. Only hope the rest of the day is so peaceful, but I doubt it.
Ok, now to the dream. India is playing a nationally televised cricket match against New Zealand... I think, and I (of all people) have been selected to play for India. They bat first, and amass a pretty high score, which we have to chase down. We start off well going at a pretty high pace, but then the wickets start to tumble and the run chase starts to stumble. Next thing you know, it's my turn! I think I am 6th down or something and I join Mr. Dhoni on the pitch!
I am frickin nervous walking on the field and keep wondering how I look on TV. We are wearing these navy blue team uniforms instead of the usual sky blue. I could see myself walking on the field in full battle gear (pads, helmet etc) with my name clearly on the back...DHAWAN!! haha. I arrive at the stumps and am sooo glad to see that I am facing a spinner rather than a pace bowler coz I hate pace bowling (probably due to the fact that it doesn't have to bounce too high to take my head off). Anyway, I go through my first over barely managing to keep the spinner at bay while keeping in mind that we need to keep scoring runs. I get through that over and have to face a medium pacer next. His first ball comes angling towards my leg side and I see everything in slow motion at this point. The ball looks the size of a basketball and I take a massive swing at it. This is where you would think I fuck up massively right? Hell no baby!! I hammer that bastard for a six!! That settles me down and over the next 40 odd balls, I manage to make around 27 runs. The manner of my getting out was so weird though. The spinner flicks the ball to me and I block it but it starts rolling towards my wickets. I swipe the ball away clearly before it hits the stumps but i still see the stumps move. I look behind me and instead of seeing the wicket keeper, i see two umpires standing right there. They both say OUT! and I'm standing there wondering what the hell they are talking about, but alas that was the end of my adventure. I still walk off pretty happy with my international ODI debut. I remember going online to cricinfo.com just to see my name on the score sheet...haha
I woke up with no alarms ringing or anything but rather with a nice peaceful feeling. Only hope the rest of the day is so peaceful, but I doubt it.
Monday, April 10, 2006
Dream
Been having some random dreams lately, many of which I forget the moment I awake. I had one last night as well, but it was very very average compared to most dreams I experience or hear about. I was simply driving somewhere in a SUV, met up with some fellas, played some cards then left early to come home. As I said, very very average. There was a little more of course but nowadays it's hard for me to remember details. If dreams are some subconscious desire or something deep inside us straining for release, then what was that? Ah, it's the end of the day and my head is too dead to even try to think of this dream or all dreams in general.
My apologies to the few who do pop in from time to time hoping to read some crazy/stupid dream I had, and finding nothing again and again. Hard to control dreams as I'm sure you are all aware. Hell, if we could control our dreams there would be a hell of a lot of people sleeping their lives away.
Dreams are (sometimes) an escape...... from the harsh reality.
You know how that ends...........
My apologies to the few who do pop in from time to time hoping to read some crazy/stupid dream I had, and finding nothing again and again. Hard to control dreams as I'm sure you are all aware. Hell, if we could control our dreams there would be a hell of a lot of people sleeping their lives away.
Dreams are (sometimes) an escape...... from the harsh reality.
You know how that ends...........
Friday, March 31, 2006
Bloody game
The setting is the poolside of one of those 5 star chalet type hotels in Ghana like Labadi or La Palm. Derek, Amit, and I are walking by the poolside on the way to the main structure of the hotel. To our right is the pool and to our left, tables with umbrellas and guests in their bathing suits (I think) eating away. And what are they eating? Live animals..... I see mainly chickens. And the strange part is that it all seems so normal to everyone except the 3 of us. The waiters are bringing out the fully alive chickens that have been somehow tied at the legs so as not to be able to run away. And the guests are cutting them up piece by piece with fork and knife and chowing them like there was no tomorrow.
So the 3 of us are just completely blur at this point. Then, as we walk approach the main hotel structure, we see a man walking a dog that has had one half of its body de-skinned. It looks raw and bloody. It was obviously fresh. And this man is walking his dog casually like one would normally walk his dog on a cool Sunday morning. What the hell is going on here. And it all appears so normal as if it happens on a daily basis at a 5 star chalet type hotel in Ghana. A few moments later and the 3 of us start to get pissed off. We need to figure out what's goin' on.
Plan of Action: Follow the trail of the man and dog and see where it leads to.
Where does it lead to: A staircase behind one of the hotel structures. It's a 3-4 storey walkup. (sort of like the projects but better.....5 star hotel yaar). Do we walk up or just pretend like nothing's going on and walk away. We walk up.
It's starting to feel weird at this point. Fear gradually creeping in. Then......3 stern, creepy looking guys with machetes overtake us on the stairwell going up. Our eyes meet and it's not a friendly glare. Infact, it's anything but. They're obviously up to something fishy and not happy about the fact that we're on their trail.
What should we do? We're fucking shit scared at this point, that's what. At least I am. But there's no backing down at this point. So we come to a decision. We can't continue our journey unarmed. We decide to walk back down, get machetes, and then proceed back up to the 3 fellas. We have come to the conclusion that they are brutally massacaring live animals and maybe even human beings. Imagination I tell you. We have our machetes and start walking up. Am about to take a dump in my pants from fear. The 3 guys are on the third floor. Just as we get to that level, I chuck my machete and sprint up one floor higher than where the action is. I couldn't go through with it. What if there are 10 more bad ass guys with machetes waiting to chop us to bits and pieces. However, the 2 champs Derek and Amit follow through with the plan. What the hell is wrong with them. So, I'm now on the 4th floor wondering what the hell is going on one level below me. Fortunately, there are lanais and I can look over. So I muster some courage and look........
WTF????? Derek and Amit are chilling with the bad asses exchanging high fives and joking around like they've just re-united with their long lost pals.
The End.
So the 3 of us are just completely blur at this point. Then, as we walk approach the main hotel structure, we see a man walking a dog that has had one half of its body de-skinned. It looks raw and bloody. It was obviously fresh. And this man is walking his dog casually like one would normally walk his dog on a cool Sunday morning. What the hell is going on here. And it all appears so normal as if it happens on a daily basis at a 5 star chalet type hotel in Ghana. A few moments later and the 3 of us start to get pissed off. We need to figure out what's goin' on.
Plan of Action: Follow the trail of the man and dog and see where it leads to.
Where does it lead to: A staircase behind one of the hotel structures. It's a 3-4 storey walkup. (sort of like the projects but better.....5 star hotel yaar). Do we walk up or just pretend like nothing's going on and walk away. We walk up.
It's starting to feel weird at this point. Fear gradually creeping in. Then......3 stern, creepy looking guys with machetes overtake us on the stairwell going up. Our eyes meet and it's not a friendly glare. Infact, it's anything but. They're obviously up to something fishy and not happy about the fact that we're on their trail.
What should we do? We're fucking shit scared at this point, that's what. At least I am. But there's no backing down at this point. So we come to a decision. We can't continue our journey unarmed. We decide to walk back down, get machetes, and then proceed back up to the 3 fellas. We have come to the conclusion that they are brutally massacaring live animals and maybe even human beings. Imagination I tell you. We have our machetes and start walking up. Am about to take a dump in my pants from fear. The 3 guys are on the third floor. Just as we get to that level, I chuck my machete and sprint up one floor higher than where the action is. I couldn't go through with it. What if there are 10 more bad ass guys with machetes waiting to chop us to bits and pieces. However, the 2 champs Derek and Amit follow through with the plan. What the hell is wrong with them. So, I'm now on the 4th floor wondering what the hell is going on one level below me. Fortunately, there are lanais and I can look over. So I muster some courage and look........
WTF????? Derek and Amit are chilling with the bad asses exchanging high fives and joking around like they've just re-united with their long lost pals.
The End.
Thursday, March 09, 2006
Cartoon Cartoon!!!!
I’m on a boat with two other fellas. We find ourselves on a supposedly deserted island. As is the case in dreams, images get jumbled and we find ourselves in a desert. Now it gets freaky.
From participant, I now become spectator and see my two former comrades rushing to join 3 others trudging through the desert. No sooner do they join the group than they spot a Zulu (or some African tribe) hunting party, and we sure as hell know what they are hunting don’t we? Now the dream takes on cartoonish (new word I know) proportions. We have our five champs galloping at full speed and the visuals are beautiful! This is the setting; picture the desert as a dry, flat, arid land zipping by at full speed. Our studs are standing straight, (but leaning forward slightly) and their legs are moving at super speed (like how you see in cartoons, e.g. Road Runner). Scene then shifts to our hunters (approximately 50 of them with spears etc), running exactly the same way. In the background you can hear drum beats giving more drama to the chase scene that is ensuing. Scene then actually shifts to these drummers (about 20 of them) and they are also following the chase and drumming at the same time.
Watching this was sooooooo cool! The party of 5 are running their asses off and changing directions all the time. The hunting party is keeping pace as well and followed suit with every directional change, but the beauty was how they did it! Instead of a gradual turn, they all turn towards the 5 but are still running in their original direction. About a second later they alter course and start running where they are facing. Same scene goes for the drummers bringing up the rear!
Now our 5 soon to be gourmet dinners are hauling ass like nobody’s business and also throwing spears (don’t ask where they got them from) back towards the pursuers to throw them off and boy were they thrown off! You see one of our champions face backwards (with legs still pumping in a cartoon like fashion) and fling a spear. Please picture his body still but just his arm moving! Very cartoon like I assure you. Now, instead of the spear sticking into one unfortunate soul, it hits them sideways and in the process takes out about 10 of them. It knocks one off and he in turn bowls 9 over like bowling pins! Picture them just flying off while the rest keep motoring on. This happens a couple times but the party just keeps getting larger and larger! They off course are answering in kind by tossing spears forward but our lucky buggers don’t get hit.
Shit, there was a whole confrontation scene that followed but I just can’t for the life of me remember it. Something to do with them reaching a lake and rowing to the middle away from danger or something. Sorry guys, unfortunate ending to what was a wicked dream. Maybe later if it comes to me, I will post. Dream on people….
Thursday, February 09, 2006
Dream on dreamer.....
Hey people... been in bombay the last month so haven't been able to blog. Can't even recall having any dreams while I was there, which is probably not true anyway. I had a freaky ass dream a few nights ago but could not remember it later on. All I know is that it was scary as hell and woke me up in the middle of the night. I rarely have nightmares so it was pretty strange.
Anyway, hopefully I will start having more dreams from now on.
Need to get this dream blog kickin again. All you jokers better start posting your dreams too otherwise I'm gonna have to come over there and kick your asses!!! (in my dreams.... hehe)
Sleep well people....
Anyway, hopefully I will start having more dreams from now on.
Need to get this dream blog kickin again. All you jokers better start posting your dreams too otherwise I'm gonna have to come over there and kick your asses!!! (in my dreams.... hehe)
Sleep well people....
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