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.

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.

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...

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.