Dreams

2010-01-05T14:02:00.000-08:00

Interesting snippet from a dream from last night. I was at this huuuuuuge cliff face (like a cliff face you would see were you to reach the end of the world). There were these gorillas living on the face of the cliff in these caves in the cliff face. The way they would descend to their caves was awesome!! They would stand at the edge of the cliff and just fall off, sliding down the wall face first at the speed of gravity pulling them down. They would just allow themselves to fall, face down with their hands on the wall. Once they reached their cave they would simply grab the edge and stop themselves. They kept doing this over and over with no effort whatsoever and seemed to be having fun doing it. All I could think at the time was simply how much power they had in their arms to be able to do something like that.
This would not be something for you people out there afraid of heights. It was hiiiiigh! Could not see the ground from up there. Now that is high.

A Pinocchio-like Haunting

2009-11-09T23:34:00.000-08:00

I was at home, making my way from the living room to the kitchen, when I noticed something out of place. It wasn't particularly threatening, but it did catch my eye nonetheless, for there in the door leading to the firewood storage area was a piece of firewood, half embedded in the door itself. I glanced at it a second time, and this time I noticed that for some strange reason this piece of firewood strangely resembled a humanoid form. Now, it could well have been some old tree that died, leaving behind what was a seemingly disfigured piece of itself, one that on any other day a person may consider to be aesthetically pleasing. Yet, while I was passing by, I couldn't shake this feeling of something being rather amiss, because it did look like this piece of firewood had broken through the door. But, even in my dream, I stopped thinking about this as being ridiculous, because we all know pieces of firewood don't do that. I mean, for all I knew, maybe the pile of firewood behind the door had come crashing down and damaged the door, leaving this little piece hanging in the door, like how I found it.

It wasn't until later, on another trip to the kitchen to return my empty mug to the shelf, that I noticed the firewood piece laying on the floor. There was nothing to suggest that it traveled there on its own, going with my earlier thought of it resembling a person, more like a child; however, it seemed to be laying on its back, if that was even remotely possible for a piece of firewood to do. Still, my mother could have moved it to the kitchen to use it in the stove, as I once again convinced myself that all this paranoia was in my head.

My next trip to the kitchen, to get a glass of water it seemed, found me admiring how neat the place was. What was once a kitchen floor strewn with bits of wood and other debris was now a spotless example of concrete floor worthy of honorable mention. So, with some admiration, I began sipping my water with a half-formed smile. Nearing the end of the water in the glass, I raised my head to send the rest of the refreshing liquid down my parched throat, when it suddenly dawned on me to jump out of the way. Strange though this may sound, it was almost like a knee-jerk reaction, even in my dream, that caused me to dive out of the way as if something were falling on me! Through mid-jump, I had an opportunity to glance upwards, just to see if the jump was warranted. And there it was. The piece of firewood was hanging off of one of the roofing beams, as if hanging there by one hand, ready to jump!

As soon as I hit the floor, I heard a thud. Looking to my left, I noticed that the piece of firewood was still rocking back and forth after its fall, it's final moments of animation before coming to rest on its back, again. That was it. That was all I could stand. I picked it up and flung it outside. For the sake of my own sanity, I threw a large cardboard box over it, so I wouldn't see it laying there. But just then, something bizarre happened. As soon as the box fell over the piece of firewood, it began to move. At first, it moved rather slowly, but determinedly. And then, it raised itself off the ground! Shocked, unable to run or turn away, I watched in horror as the box levitated momentarily, before it was revealed to me that there was a little boy standing under the box! In some strange manner, the little boy did resemble the piece of firewood, like I had always suspected about the humanoid form that it displayed. But here was a little boy, no older than 7, standing there looking back at me with large, deadpan eyes. He was dressed in blue shorts with blue suspenders, with a blue-and-white striped t-shirt. And, after staring at me, for about a minute, which is a long time let me assure you, he began making his way towards me!

Now, it was my turn to panic, and not any sort of small panic either. I raised hell as I grabbed a bottle of kerosene and started dowsing the boy with it. When the bottle was empty, I scrambled to find some matches. All the while, the boy was making his way towards me. First one step. Then another. Then one more. Then another one. It was like the grand finale of some robot horror movie, where the robot makes its way towards the hero in a slowly-but-surely manner, never flinching no matter what is thrown at it. Finding the matches, I quickly flicked one at the advancing boy. It was just my luck that the match lit and landed right on him. Whoosh! He was ablaze. But I wasn't out of the woods yet. No, now there was a little boy dressed in blue, on fire, heading towards me! The most disturbing thing about him was the expression on his face - emotionless, but still somehow determined to get me. And that's when I woke up.

Meeting old friends

2009-11-09T20:02:00.001-08:00

In this dream, I was in Bombay, or that's what it seemed like. The city was home to one of my friends from school, and as far as I could remember, he was from there. The reason for my apparent confusion is the fact that this dream version of Bombay appeared to be a mixture of parts of downtown Honolulu and snippets of the cute, closely-knit alleys of small-town Europe. But, like I was saying, this was where my friend KA was from, so I suppose it had to be Bombay, albeit slightly modified.

We were in KA's apartment. I had just arrived from out of town, and I was using this time to freshen up before we went out to see what the city had on offer. As soon as I was ready, and after noticing that KA was obviously doing well for himself, as evidenced by his apartment muy largo, we went to a nearby coffee shop. While there, I ran into another friend from school, SMC. It was nice to catch up, and although this gathering wouldn't really have happened back in school, the fact that it was happening now was a sign that we had all "grown up" so as not to let the idiocies of old influence our current day interaction.

Then, cut to a short while later, I'm walking down the street of what seems to be a small but very colorful lane, replete with tall, narrow, 2- and 3-storey buildings reminiscent of small-town Europe. I seem to be trying to find a place to eat, or at least to get a cup of coffee. Suddenly, glancing into the window of a cafe as I pass by, I notice another friend, this time though, a friend from college. R is sitting down to a sandwich and some coffee when I burst through the door and greet him loudly, very unbecoming of me, and rather jarring in terms of the overall subdued atmosphere of the cafe. We proceed to catch up briefly before making plans to meet up later for dinner with KA and SMC.

Now, the dream wasn't particularly interesting, not even with the fused setting, or the seemingly normal chain of events. What was intriguing was the fact that I haven't seen many of these people in over a decade. When I say "seen" I mean I haven't had any contact with any of these people. For example, it's been close to 12 years since I heard from or about KA, and with SMC and R, it's been 10 years, give or take a month. To suddenly dream of all these people, individually and with a large amount of on-screen time in my dream was surprising, to say the least.

Visions of the Paranormal

2009-10-16T01:27:00.000-07:00

I woke up at 4am this morning, sweating profusely, and reaching for the flashlight under my pillow. My first reaction after opening my eyes was that there was something somewhere in the room with me! And, I wanted to get a good look at it before it got me. I don't know why, but the dream I had was profoundly scary, by far one of the most disturbing ones I've had in the longest while. However, I'll let you be the judge of that. Here goes...

I'm at home, here in Sri Vilas, and the day is going by normally. When I say normally, however, I intend to imply that the routines of the individuals present carry on as they always have - crossing paths as infrequently as possible, while maintaining their own pace, much as they always have. In between all this regular, day-to-day living that's going on, I happen to notice a little girl standing around, crying. I can't recognize her, but she's most upset. Even when she stops crying, the frown on her face indicates that she's not in the least bit amused. She doesn't seem to pay much attention to the goings-on around her, and nobody else seems to notice that she's there. So, I decide to do something about it.

I ask my uncle, as he's going up the stairs, if he sees the little girl. He says no! I point to an area right near him, less than a foot away, where I can see her crying, and ask again with a little more exasperation. But he still doesn't see her! Shocked, and kind of spooked, I decide to ask my mother and my grandmother the same thing. But, I get the same response. No one can see her, except me, and I'm obviously supposed to do something about it but I can't figure out what that might be.

Just as I am on the verge of the now famous "I see dead people" revelation, I notice something even more bizarre. The little girl has disappeared, and in her place is a little, wailing kitten! WHAT? Yet, strange-as-all-hell as this may seem, I decide to ask the people at home if they see the little, lost-and-forlorn feline, guessing that they'll probably say yes...judging by how many cats we have around the house (in reality). But no! They don't see or hear anything. And that's when I finally lose it and freak out!

I couldn't get back to bed for another couple of hours, and all the while, for most of today in fact, I've been trying to figure out what this means. Mind-boggled, tired, and a little creeped-out, I'm going to give this a rest and see what my subconscious can throw together for me another day. Well, at least I'm going to try and give it a rest...

The Depressing Case of The Dog in The Pen

2009-10-10T17:23:00.000-07:00

We appeared to be at a farm. "We" seemed to include a bunch of people, both family and friends, but I could only catch half glances of their faces, so I'm not very sure who was there. Anyway, we seemed to be getting a guided tour of a breeding facility of some kind. It was well laid out; acre upon acre of rolling meadows, a cluster of trees here and there for those necessary patches of shade, and a nice, cozy farmhouse with a barn and a few animal pens nearby. I couldn't see who the guide was, or even hear what he was saying, but it looked as if our tour was now taking us to these holding pens.

Many of the pens were empty. They were very clean, with fresh hay having been neatly arranged at the bottom in anticipation of new occupants, and the walls of these pens were only waist high. I had no clue what sort of animals these were meant for, and I suppose I should have been paying attention to what the tour guide was saying because I'm sure he mentioned it.

As my eyes kept searching for a clue about the nature of the animals housed here, I caught a glimpse of a dog in one of the pens. It was a fat, little miniature Labrador retriever wearing a snug, full length, pale blue dog sweater. The light blue stood in effective eye-catching contrast to her short, black fur. He or she was by far the cutest thing I had seen in a long while, and so I went over to pet him. The dog was happy to see me, but there was an element of the terribly subdued about this happiness. She was wagging her tail, but you could tell that there was apprehension in her eyes.

I continued to pet the dog, until something caught my eye. I noticed a label on the sweater, about the size of half an average human palm, and white in color, that read, "This fur will be used to make towels." I was horrified! I didn't stop to think about whether or not they would shear the dog of its fur to produce said towels, or if this production of towels involved something far more sinister. The empty pens, however, seemed to answer this question. It was too much to bear. I crouched down, kind of next to the pen, and reached over to pet the dog. I was wailing, sobbing as loudly as I had ever done in my life., but it was a dry wailing; there were no tears to accompany the overall anguish I was experiencing. It was just pure pain, and I had no idea how to deal with it, except to sit there, crouched and petting the dog. But the more I did that, the more she stared back at me with an expressionless stare, half curious, and half not there.

That's how this dream ended. I was petting this cute, rotund little canine, crying my heart out, and she was staring back at me, lost between this world and the next. It was so hard to deal with that I woke up three hours ago, and haven't been able to get back to sleep!

Lifelong Guilt

2009-09-14T03:53:00.000-07:00

For those of us who are familiar with the partaking of late evening snacks served up by a seemingly endless row of hawkers, a scene of chaotic sounds, smells and billows of smoke should come flooding back to you. I can’t quite place what city this was in, and I suppose it doesn’t matter entirely, but the scene was one of a behind-the-scenes life of one of the vendors of delectable wares. Enter me. I’m one of the vendors, the eldest of two sons, helping my father out at his trusty chat stall. It’s the usual night of madness after sunset, hordes of people descending on our little stall because we happen to make the best chat for miles around.

Late into the night, as all of us vendors are packing up and at various stages of heading home for some well earned rest, our stall-neighbors call out to us. Theirs is a large family, eight children large, all of them younger than twelve years of age. The kids’ father asks if one of us can help out with getting the kids and their mother back home. My father volunteers me proudly, and I set out to do a good job, making up my mind to fulfill the mission I have been asked to carry out with aplomb. Our neighbors own a cycle rickshaw that seats the whole family comfortably; the reason they can’t all travel together is that the father decides to stay back late to make some extra money catering to the “midnight crowd”. Having been thrust the responsibility of transporting these kids safely, and after getting them to sit down without creating too much of a ruckus, we begin our journey home. SCREEEECH!!! BLAM!!!

A lorry comes out of nowhere and sends us all flying in different directions. The aftermath? All eight children and their mother perish in the accident. But I, well, I emerge without a scratch. Their father, obviously distraught, blames me for the entire thing. The guilt is almost unbearable, especially when you add to it the constant stream of invective that the grieving father continues to hurl at me.

The last scene, with a quick sort of cinematographic flash-forward, begins with me, looking very old. I seem to have retired happily, and I’m standing in front of what I recognize as my father’s ancestral home in Mahe. I’m standing out front having a casual conversation with a friend, on a beautifully sunny day. Suddenly, from out of the blue, the vendor - father to the family that perished in the accident for which I was responsible - bursts onto the scene, pointing a finger at me and cursing at the top of his lungs. He still blames me for his loss, and is not willing to hear reason after so many years. This goes on for a couple of minutes, and my consistent efforts to dissipate his rage prove futile. Finally, in a moment of anger, regret, helplessness and sheer, all-out frustration, I snap. I start to yell over his shouting. I tell him that I’ve had enough, that I can’t stand to be continuously berated for something that happened many, many years ago. I offer him an ultimatum: Shut up and move on, or kill me. I tell him that this ceaseless badgering is not something I wish to endure for a minute longer. I’m sorry for what happened, but this haunting reminder,, particularly this in-the-flesh kind, has plagued me for long enough. If it will make him happy, in terms of providing some sense of retribution, I tell him to go ahead and put me out of this imposed misery. The dream ends with me waking up, not knowing if the aggrieved gentleman took me up on my offer.

This was rather intense, as far as dreams go, and I woke up panting and wiping sweat from my brow. Wow!

Inconsistent Dream Sequence

2009-09-08T03:15:00.000-07:00

In the last couple of months, I’ve been dreaming quite a lot. There was a period of time, about a decade and a half ago, when I seemed to have lost the ability entirely. However, it’s back with a veritable vengeance, and that can only mean one of a couple of things. First up, It could mean that I’ve been getting a lot more time to slip into REM sleep, or that I have perfected the ability to do so at a moment’s notice. Or, it probably means I’ve got a lot on my mind that my conscious self is having trouble dealing with, which is why my subconscious keeps whipping up some seriously startling and demented stuff. Either way, however, it’s been fun. I’ve tried to remember as many of them as I could, and even went to the extent of writing a couple down as soon as I awoke. Here is my story of the images which have flowed through my head during my deepest slumber, this past month. Consider yourself forewarned of the madness.

Underwater Alma Mater

I’m in math class, and there’s one of my most favorite teachers from High school doing his thing on the whiteboard. I glance around the class, and it’s most of my friends from high school. Things seem pretty normal, with the serious students paying close attention, and the “jokers” horsing around in the back. Then, I’m at lunch with a bunch of friends, at the school cafeteria. It looks nothing like the cafeteria at Kodai School, resembling more of a from-one-of-those-Hollywood-movies type of high school cafeterias. I don’t notice anything particular yet, until the dream suddenly cuts to the end of the school day, and we’re all standing outside the building. Again, it resembles a scene from some movie, where parents come to pick some kids up while others go by bus, in typical Hollywood fashion. The only difference? We’re “under the sea“, like from the Little Mermaid. There are old VW Beetles zooming off in a flurry of bubbles, in every direction. And finally, the camera inside my head seems to zoom out and fade into reality as I open my eyes.

Tele-Mission Vietnam

This dream starts off with a plane hurtling towards the ground. It’s a two-seater, Cessna-type of aircraft, and my trusty partner in crime is my good friend Oz. We were shot down over enemy territory, which happens to be Vietnam. Ejecting ourselves from the aircraft, with parachutes on, thank God, we float gently down to the ground, right in the middle of a vast stretch of paddy fields. We manage to evade detection, for we are no ordinary parachuting folk. No sir! We are journalists, on a mission to provide video evidence of atrocities being carried out against the local population by the dictatorial regime in the country. Managing to reach a village, we find our way into a small hut where an old couple agree to provide us shelter. As it turns out, the gentleman of the house is a motorbike aficionado and happens to have a well-maintained, almost mint condition US Army motorbike behind the hut. He offers it to us on our mission, and we spend the next couple of days making short but useful forays into the surrounding, inhabited countryside, trying to get the footage we want. As these things tend to go, however, there is no sign of these “atrocities” anywhere in the country. Then, the dream takes a bizarre, yet seamless twist.

We begin to interview people in the village where we are currently holed up, about food and culture. It’s all happening in English, and the locals seem to suddenly be an urban, IT bunch of people. They start telling us about the latest trendy places to grab a quick bite, and it turns into one of those regular TV shows about a presenter who visits some place and tells us what’s hot and what’s not. Then, we move from the village to a bustling metropolis, rife with malls and endless swarms of people everywhere. I can’t remember what it said exactly, but there is a bit of a background narrative with this scene. We find ourselves behind-the-scenes with a dance troupe that’s putting together a major performance on some special day. It’s the usual trials and tribulations of the members of this troupe as they approach d-day, pardon the expression. Finally, the whole show turns out to be some kind of parade with fabulous costumes and extravagant fireworks displays, and the whole world is watching it on TV.

“I would like to purchase your furniture”

The dream starts out with me back in my old dormitory, in Kodai school. Well, that’s what it appears to be at first, but I soon realize that it’s a posh apartment block, or hotel, that’s shaped kind of like my old dormitory. I chit-chatting to this girl who is actually a Malayalam movie actor, and we seem to take this conversations to all parts of the building. After chatting for what is obviously a dream-eternity, we start getting a little closer to each other, and a little, how shall I say, “frisky“. Not taking things too far, we both feel the urge to go rushing back to my room/apartment, and so we do.

When I open the door, however, I’m surprised to meet an old schoolmate and her brother, who is several years my senior, both sitting on facing single sofas in white bathrobes. They’ve come to buy my furniture, and contrary to my wondering if I’d ever offered to sell my furniture to them, I find myself agreeing to help out with transporting the stuff down to their waiting truck. All through the moving, me and this girl-who-resembles-a-Malayalam-movie-star keep cracking inside jokes and shooting each other wistful glances. And then, sadly, I wake up…wondering what the hell made people I haven’t seen or heard of in years, show up at my place in their bathrobes!

ATM Trouble

On my way to an ATM, at some ungodly hour before dawn, I find myself in mid-stride as the curtains are raised on this dream. I know which ATM I want to go to because it’s near my house. When I get there, I’m surprised to find a crowd of people standing around the ATM with pensive yet slightly frustrated looks on their faces. Not wanting to wait outside on what seems to be a cold night, I let myself in and offer to help. The ATM, as I should point out at this stage, seems to be an ATM-cum-arcade, so there’s a huge area behind this machine with lots of arcade game machines, switched off for the night. Not a particularly important detail, but I just thought I’d paint the complete picture for you.

As I begin to speak to the people in the ATM enclosure, I learn that they are from France, and they’ve come here - wherever “here” is - on some kind of educational exchange. They were trying to withdraw some money, but something seems to be the matter with the ATM and they’ve been struggling with it for a long time now. In an attempt to save the day and leave these visitors to our shores with a good impression of the “locals,” I offer to help. However, it seems to be a real problem and I spend another hour or two figuring it out. Finally, the ATM starts spitting out cash when instructed to do so, and all is well in the world again. It’s at this point, after the first successful withdrawal is made, that all of the arcade machines suddenly switch on and the hole place is a melee of lights and MIDI music from all the games. Overcome with joy, amidst the cacophony, the French students and I shake hands and decide to meet up later that evening for a drink somewhere. They seem to have found a pub/bar that they really like, and it’s going to be a celebration of and on their last night in town, wherever this town is.

I meet up with the group of students at a really chilled out lounge bar kind of place, with mellow lights and a very natural, eco-friendly angle to the theme. There’s a large tree on the premises, and it’s been neatly and effortlessly incorporated into the building, which fuses together the indoors and the outdoors. We sit down at a table under one of the tree’s majestic branches, and the dream ends with us making a toast to the place, our chance meeting, and la vie en generale. Salut.

Retired Substitute

This is a short and sweet dream that was almost a bit of a sports highlights show. The dream opens with England one goal down. The opponents, who appear to not be from any country that I know of, have conceded a penalty. Phil Neville steps up to take it, and anxiety of the crowd is palpable as the game seems to be in its dying minutes. He lines himself up, looks down for an instant with his eyes tightly shut, as if in prayer, and begins his short run up. Wham! He misses a sitter of a chance, sending it sailing over the crossbar. Now, England are in dire straits! They continue to press on, and finally get a corner kick in their favor. This one is a must-get, and if the tension was already palpable, now it’s suffocating.

Just then, almost like a sneaky substitution in basketball, Pele subs himself on for England. The opposition don’t seem to notice, being far too focused on the corner kick being taken, but Pele slips into the box undetected, weaving through the scattered bits of defense and dives at full stretch to put the ball in the back of the net in the far corner. It’s one of the most magical goals the world has seen, and for the next five minutes there’s replay upon replay, from every perceivable angle, of this amazing header by Pele, who, funnily enough, doesn’t seem to be a day over 25 years old. The excitement on and off the field is so hard to take in all at once, that I wake up wondering if I’d seen that on TV before. Not, the sneaky substitution, of course, but the goal being scored by a fabulous header.

And, there you have it. An assortment of dreams from select nights this past month. I hope it was well worth the read.

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Amit bro, I owed you this big time. I’ve been meaning to post this for a while now, but never got around to putting it all together. Blog on, eh? :-)

Dream Explosion!

2009-07-28T01:03:00.000-07:00

I realised a while ago that if I sleep early enough, the chances of me dreaming are very high. Probably because the heavy dream activity normally occurs around the hours before you wake up so a full nights sleep lets me sleep long enough to have the dreams before waking up.
This is probably why I had such an explosion of dreams last night! I can still remember 3 different dreams from last night alone!
I remember one dream of Avi and myself at a beach where instead of water, we had snow...not ice, but snow! It was wild, walking around in the snow leaving nice distinct footsteps behind. There was even a wave of snow that knocked me over. Pretty intense!
I also remember a dream of this idiot footballer Adebayor announcing a gift giving session to the public and hundreds of people lined up outside his flat, which happened to be next to mine to collect movie tickets.
Finally, I was at a party with a big group playing some game or the other. When my turn came I had to come up with a good proposal of marriage, right there in front of everybody. Talk about nightmares!!

Daddy-hood

2009-03-18T00:40:00.000-07:00

Interesting dream last night..... I became a father.
I was in this room, with four new-born babies. Two boys and two girls. The first boy and girl were introduced to their fathers, then we came to the other two. I think deep deep down I was hoping for the boy as I wasn't sure which of them was mine, but once I was told that the girl was mine, any thoughts of disappointment or anything flew out the window. Here was this beautiful baby girl, just a day old yet way way bigger than any of the other babies! I was wondering how in the hell somebody my size made a baby already so big! Of course the mother was nowhere in sight no way to know. Anyway, that was just a short lived thought as I marvelled at this new bundle of life, lying there looking peaceful and content.
A few hours later, I was cleaning some food off from under her chin when she said, "You're not cleaning that well." I was flabbergasted!! I looked at the other parents in the room to see if they heard anything and they were all staring at me, open mouthed and wide eyed! I guess I wasn't imagining what I thought I was imagining. Immediately I start getting super duper excited, thinking of the marvel I had here! Just think, a one day old baby talking! Of course it was just a few words but holy crap!!
End of story... sorry. Normally a short dream like this fades away quickly but for some reason this one stuck. Interesting.....

Crash through the mist....

2009-03-05T02:19:00.000-08:00

Ok, I'm back... after nights and nights of dreamless sleep or less than vivid dreaming.
Let's get straight on shall we?

I find myself in an aeroplane cruising the skies with Ro making a cameo appearance in the row behind me. In the middle of one of our usual un-serious conversations, the passengers noticed us losing altitude at an alarming rate. We just kept dropping faster and faster and funnily enough, the panic hadn't yet set in. The next time I look out the window I see trees flashing by. Looks like we were going to crash on some deserted island and I was wondering how it would feel like to smash through trees as I buckled my seatbelt. We were now right in the trees but I felt no bumps or scrapes whatsoever! We were smashing through the trees without actually hitting them! Don't ask me how, I mean what makes sense in a dream huh?
I brace myself for the eventual hammer blow of the crash and lo and behold, there under the trees is this nice, soft river. A softer crash landing I will never ever feel in my life. It felt like we landed on a river of cotton wool, except for the fact that instead of floating, we starting sinking straight away, head first! Water started flooding in faster than you could believe so we quickly pulled the latch on the door conveniently next to our seat and after more water got in, managed to swim out of the plane and safely to shore. The rest of the passengers managed to get out too, thankfully (don't know where Ro disappeared to though).

We all gathered around, wondering where in the hell we were and what in the hell we were going to do. One hero wannabe pops up saying he can lead us back to civilization, so with no better idea, we decide to follow. After hours and hours of walking through the forest, we come upon the first sign of civilization be it a small sign. It was simply a small, wooden gate standing right there in the middle of the forest, attached to no wall on either end and providing, basically no use whatsoever. We walked on through thinking nothing of it really, and found ourselves walking through a deep, heavy, dark fog. Again, not thinking much of it, we kept walking. The scene shifts to the last person in the group; a shaved head fellow casually following the human caravan through the mist. Close up to his head and bloody spots start appearing (as if he cut himself shaving multiple times). His cries of alarm alert us that something is seriously wrong with this mist so we quicken the pace, while more people start bleeding from here and there. We then realize that this mist is anything but.... it's alive! and feeding! We have no choice but to keep running and all of a sudden reach another gate, exactly the same as the first. We go right through it without even wondering what it's all about but for once things take a turn for the better. It turns out that those gates were in fact there to keep the mist inside the area between them. We could clearly see that the mist stopped right at the very gate itself and could not cross.
With sighs of relief, we trudge on till we appear at yet another sign of civilization.
With the light quickly fading, we arrive at one end of what seems to be an abandoned facility of some kind. We can't tell how long it goes as there was the forest on both sides but it was quite narrow (about half the width of a football field). We figure it will be the safe to stay there for the night, and maybe we could cross a section of the forest through the facility rather than go through the forest itself. I for some reason am the last one in and by this time it's fully night outside. Inside was no better, in fact it was even worse.
With the facility being abandoned, there was of course no electricity, and the windows were all completely boarded up so there was zero light entering the place. Imagine yourself underground far far down, far far away from any light whatsoever. Darkness so complete, you can't even see your hand waving right in front of your face. That was the darkness we encountered. I'm sort of claustrophobic so already I was a bit freaked out but I kept on going. Each room I passed through was occupied by the people, using candles to keep away the doom and glood surrounding us, though they were not much help really. The other thing was the complete lack of sound in the place, as if the walls and windows were soundproof so no sound from the forest could penetrate. I walked on and on through room after room and realized that this facility could very well go on from miles with no end in sight! And what was the guarantee that there was an opening at the other end? Bloody hell, now I was really starting to freak out! Finally I came upon the last of the group and they were actually old boarding school buddies of mine, which was nice.
I quickly got myself as comfortable as possible, trying to forget the complete blackness around me, and the complete lack of sound, and fresh air, and tried to block it all out. It seems I did an excellent job of it because I woke up right about then. Good thing too, as I was not prepared to endure what lay ahead, in the darkness...
Good night...

Blurring the lines...

2008-12-17T02:23:00.000-08:00

A strange dream today, and I guess they all are, but quite seriously one that seemed to be a reminder of the events taking place in my life at the moment. In fact, When the alarm rang at 5 am, I wasn't sure what it was because in my dream I was reaching for my phone in an attempt to answer the call. It's only when I realized that I had said "Hello" three times, and that it was still ringing, I jumped out of bed and opened my eyes. I didn't even know that I was sleeping because things were frighteningly similar to the way they've been in the last couple of weeks, and it was like some kind of twilight zone, or Matrix-like experience where I had to sit up and think about what went on...not knowing a dream from the reality that surrounded me.

There were several scenes that occurred before the alarm on my phone, the tone of which I set as a "classical" phone ringtone. And there were all sorts of little things happening in terms of trying to get business up and running. Now, I realize that after saying that, you're probably going, "Well, what they hell ARE you doing now?" and I know this requires a bit of background. So, here goes. I've joined a franchisee of the professional training and development wing of a two-wheeler manufacturer here in India, and I am trying to make this venture profitable. The designation I have been given in Centre Head, and quite frankly, it's nowhere near what it should be like. Was that better?

The one scene that jumps up at me is that of a list of names, on a sheet of paper, which is half tucked under the telephone so that I remember to call all of those people, is laying on the table kind of smiling at me. It's an urgent enough task and I do mean to get to it, but as is often the case, I happen to have other things that demand my attention. Pretty soon, I'm caught up in an endless discussion with my employer and a group of his associates, and I happen to maintain a quiet stance and not poking my head into the main business plans, when suddenly, out of the blue, my employer looks at me and goes, "Did you call all those people like I asked you to?"

I freeze for a second, which doesn't matter because my heart's doing 150 mph, and I end up opening my mouth and inundating the air around me with "uh's" and "um's". This is followed by a bit of a stern look, with a dash of, "I'm really disappointed that you didn't do as I specifically asked you," kind of look, by which time I'm already scrambling to get on with it.
And, quite honestly, this is the way that things have been in the last couple of months...wait, didn't I say "Weeks" before this? Same difference. All I know is that I'm not getting things done, and that I'm operating on a skeleton diet, and I'm not getting enough sleep, and basically, the gloss has worn off and revealed to me a lot of things that I should have first considered before I joined. Hmm...

But what to do, eh? Alors...

In case you're wondering why I would let a boss's stern glance upset me, this is a family business, I'm not family, and this job was gotten through a friend of my father's...extended family. Lots of hidden emotions and things at play, especially in this country.

Anyway, it was the merging of dream and reality that got to me because even though I sat there scratching my head, trying to figure out what had happened, I wasn't sure if I was dreaming that I had woken up, or if I was sitting there wishing I was still asleep and that life and everything around me was still a dream. Wow! He he he...

Scrutinizing who I be

2008-09-17T00:09:00.000-07:00

It seemed to be a doctor's office. I don't remember what kind of doctor, but I suspect he had something to do with functions relating to the head. No, not a head doctor, although I'm sure I could use one right now. And, I don't remember a whole lot about the rest of this "examination". The most vivid image from this dream, however, is that of examining my inner ear.

Now, I have had issues with things like excessive wax in the ear canal, so I wasn't surprised to see a similar story when I looked inside. Eeew! Sorry. But here's the weird thing. I was looking inside my own ear. And it was as large as a tunnel, no pun intended. I mean, I was walking around for what seemed to be an awfully long eternity. But there were huge pieces of earwax and other filth inside, stuck to what seemed to be select spots all around. It wasn't like a rat-infested sewer or anything, don't get me wrong. It was more like a Ninja Turtles kind of sewer with the odd section a bit dinged and missing a brick or two, except that instead of bricks missing it was a bit of crud that stuck out. Few and far between, you get the picture. And, after that unnecessarily graphic description, I just wanted to say that it was very weird and I didn't quite know what to make of taking a closer look at myself...in the ear! Well, now that I think about it, thank God for it being the ear, eh? ;-)

The first explanation I could come up with was that I had lots of little bits of things that I had to deal with in my life, and because the ear was all I could remember, well, that maybe I had issues with listening to people and should make a better effort of it. Or, should it be that I wasn't listening to myself? Typing this out right now, it's rather scary how apt this interpretation is to the current state of affairs that I call a life. But weird all the same. Why me? WHY ME???

;-)

Drea......

2007-08-11T14:58:00.000-07:00

I had a dream today....

no I didn't.

Complete madness...... I like it. :)

2007-03-11T05:19:00.000-07:00

Oh man this was something else!! Oh man, I just woke up and first I didn't even think about it but it came back to me in a jumbled mess and I realized that I had an amazingly crazy dream. It was so crazy that I can’t even remember all bits of it, but basically the gist of it all. This movie is sort of a cross between 'running man' and 'escape from la' with a little bit of 'event horizon' shoved in for a twist. The main focus of this dream is on a sort of arena straight out of hell, where people are not only battling each other and numerous other creatures but one big ass and seriously bad ass dragon.

The setting is pretty simple. Once you enter this arena, you are surrounded by evil and it can consume you. It’s always night time; never quiet, surrounded by thousands of blood hungry spectators all dressed Like they do in mad max, (leather and chains etc. with tattoos, and piercing and freaky hair and any crazy shit you can imagine) and they are all baying for blood, doesn't matter whose. Starts off with the latest batch of hero wannabes thrown into the fray, some trying all at once to join forces whereas others are just killing everything in site. What they first see when they enter is that not only are thousands of people all around watching and screaming but also they are surrounded by all sorts of madness, zombies, psychos, ghosts, anything and everything you can imagine. They have to basically try to stay alive before the chief guest even makes an appearance (chief guest being of course the dragon). The place itself brings out the evil in you and we see death and betrayal and blood and gore everywhere. Funny thing was that no matter how completely insane it all was, it seemed very very normal as if that is the only life they knew from birth, till death. There was so much going on at this point so it was hard to follow everything, especially when the dragon finally appeared and slowly but surely ate the remaining "contestants".

I don't remember what the ultimate prize was for going into that hell hole and surviving (maybe getting the girl??) but I found myself eager to join the fun. I find myself trying to make my way towards the arena. I’m at this point a ways away from there in some city block on some highway. The seems to be some metal fences all along the sides to keep the riffraff out, but there sure as hell are more than enough of them in there. I have to basically walk and keep walking down the highway to the entrance of the "arena" if you can call it that. I’m not alone however... there are countless of people walking all around me, but these are not people. They are I guess a sample of what awaits inside. Most are brain dead bodies just walking around trying to grab hold of me and do god knows what. It seems at this point that I have some powers maybe for the actual event but I can use them now. They do wear off however so I have to conserve them and rely on my physical strength to keep these zombies at bay. I keep walking and passing them by and all of a sudden one of them would grab my shirt and try to pull me with them, I then have to spend the next 5 minutes pounding them into pulp just so they let go. All this time there is the public around me on the outside of the fences. Life is going on out there with the people going about their normal business which is simply......chaos. This world has no order, anarchy reigns yet there are so many people. How are they thriving when they live for death and pain? It is only a dream but bloody hell; I had to ask that question. I’d like to remind you all again that as far as I was concerned in the dream, this was all normal so I wasn't scared or freaked out or anything up to this point.

I finally reach the gate entrance and run into a few sane looking guys (one of whom I think was Manish Thakur and brother Ro). Now Manish and 2 other guys were actually heading in the opposite direction, away from the madness and tried to convince me not to go inside but i was determined (for some stupid, moronic, idiotic reason). There were these guys at the road block (entrance) waiting for me to enter and were urging me on (maybe out of some mad lust for my death and destruction), so I took a few steps toward them and suddenly felt scared out of my wits. I could so easily have turned around and joined the guys back where I came from but I just couldn't. Kind of like reaching the end of a high diving board and nearly turning tail and running but with everybody watching, you have to jump no matter what. I turned to Ro behind me and asked him if he was coming but he was deep in conversation with somebody and either didn't hear me, or ignored me. My heart pounding like crazy I turned back and made my way toward the opening in the road block (just for me... how nice) and walked into what was surely, my doom.

Since we all wake up just when we are going to die, I think something in my mind decided to spare me the ordeal of all the crap that leads up to my death at the hands of the dragon, or another contestant or a zombie or other creature from hell, coz at this point I woke up. Sorry bout that. There was so much in this dream that happened that I just cannot find the words to describe mainly because there was just so much chaos and action and it was all just happening so fast. Of course while dreaming it was pretty steadily paced but now that I’m awake, I could not possibly connect it all in my mind, so imagine how hard it would be to get it all on paper. Maybe you will thank me for sparing you the details.

At this point I usually go over what i wrote to make sure I haven't written a bunch of gibberish but I just cannot read through this again. Don’t want to be reminded of any of it. Try to picture that scene from event horizon when they see where the space ship actually went (to hell) and you can imagine the setting for my dream.

The Bear Facts....

2007-02-04T03:27:00.000-08:00

Alrighty then.. my dream sort of starts off, or continues I should say, in a desert. There are a few of us walking down sort of a highway running through a desert, don't ask how or why. Suddenly this bear appears and starts chasing us. We reach this crevasse in the road going for miles on either side and going so far down you could not see the bottom even in broad daylight....we all barely manage to jump over but so does the bear.
It then targets one of us and starts to go after this one guy who keeps going back to the crevasse and jumping across hoping the bear will stop but it keeps jumping over and actually grabs him but grabs him by his jacket which he manages to slither out of and keep running. By this time the rest of us are out of the picture and only he is left, with the bear chasing him. It seems like he is running forever down this road when he finally comes to civilization with strands of people walking about here and there.
He runs close past this dude hoping the bear will attack him instead. The bear actually takes the bait. He stands on two feet, grabs the guy and is about to bite into his head when he turns him around to look at his face and realizes he is not the one he is chasing and just shoves him aside and resumes the chase. Now this guy, lets call him eh, "Dead meat Bill" stops up ahead and is watching all this then he turns around in disbelief and starts running again, punching the air in disgust, thinking "why does this bastard only want me?". The chase goes on and on through throngs of people, with our guy hoping to hop into one of the cars driving by but that ain't happening.
He comes to a sort of mini car wash, where the car drives onto a ramp listed at about 45 degrees and the guy sprays water all over the car with a powerful hose. Now there are about 10 guys standing around the car just listening to the guy spraying the car, joking around and cracking up big time, when our champ climbs up the stairs to the ramp, and goes around the front of the car to the other side where the guy is standing and laughing away... he tells him he needs his spray hose to chase away the bear. By this time the bear also climbs up and is rounding the front of the car. The car wash guy starts spraying the bear hoping to drive him off but the bear rather opens his mouth, glad for the refreshing coolness raining all around him.
Our champ hops off the ramp and continues running when he finally hops into a car and drives off. He can see in his rear view mirror the bear climbing off the ramp wearing a bathrobe and with a towel draped around his neck, surrounded by the car wash guys!!! The bear looks disappointed that he lost his prey but then turns to the guys around him and says something which of course our champ cannot hear, being in the car and all. But from his actions it seems that the bear is saying..."ah, he got away but did you see the way i made him run???" the bear all this time is standing on two feet like a normal dude and starts waving his hands comically imitating the dude's running style which was pretty funny. All the guys just start cracking up, rolling on the ground laughing their asses off!!!
Now this dream was going on well, and we had the makings of a wicked dream when suddenly somebody opened my door to ask me a fuckin question. Man I was so disappointed to be interrupted in the middle of such a wicked dream but i am glad i managed to remember a small part of it. I know there was a big chunk before the bear even came in the picture but i lost that part with the sudden waking and all.... sorry people.

Sleeping with....... crocodiles????

2007-01-31T13:27:00.000-08:00

I had two dreams last night... neither one majorly long but both very interesting in different ways.
Now please don't read anything into this first one coz I know there is absolutely nothing there.... anyway, in my dream I'm in bed just waking up on the right side and see this woman next to me asleep. Instinctively I give her a little peck on her bare shoulder (calm down fellas..) and she reacts pretty damn well I must say, so I take it a little further (little kiss here, little kiss there) and she is loving it even though half asleep (please note: said kisses all occur on the shoulder and neck region). Here I am ready to wake her up and take it to the next level when I happen to look over her to the left side. Who do I see?? ........................... her husband!!! also fast asleep. Holy fuckin moly!! Now I know this couple and some of you might know them as well but I sure as hell ain't saying who they are!! He was still sleeping away but the shock just killed any chance of that dream going on. Kind of anticlimactic but I guess it's a dream where you had to be there, and thank goodness none of you were..... hehe

Moving on..........

I now find myself in sort of an indoor swamp where the water is that dirty brown colour you can barely see through, but I could see just fine coz I was right there!! and the damn swamp was full and I mean full of crocodiles! Holy crap these bastards were huuuge and they were mean!! Luckily I happened to be there in a spectator capacity rather than chopped meat capacity but it was freaky nonetheless. I wade through the murky depths observing away in now relative peace and tranquility knowing I was not actually there, but of course I have to find a way to screw myself don't I? I come to the far edge of the swamp or pool or whatever the hell it was which ends up at a smooth wall, with no way of getting out. There are these guys there, on a huge log, laughing and joking away trying to keep their balance and just plain enjoying themselves. Some of these jokers keep falling in and casually climbing back onto the log without any attention from the crocs which just bamboozled me!! added to the fact that I now was actually with them on the damn log trying to hang on coz no way was I going in that damn water. Damn white kids!! Always gotta be the white guys doing this crazy shit eh? You won't see no Indian or Ghanaian jumping on a log with fuckin crocodiles all around!! Please disregard that last bit... hehe. Just a joke I heard on tv once about white guys always doing extreme sports whereas the black guys would stand around and say "You crazy??!?!?! I ain't doin that shit! Hell No!!!" I'm branching.... sorry. Anyway, to cut a long story short, I did end up in the water and was happy to wake up in my bed rather than somebody's crocodile purse.

Good night all..... sweet dreams.

Serial Killa!!

2007-01-11T23:26:00.000-08:00

Happy New Year all.... If there is one thing we cannot control in our lives, it's our dreams. One night you are dreaming of some fiiiiiine ass woman showing you a good time, and the next night you are dreaming of some maniac trying to stick a pitchfork in your belly. Gotta love them though.....

It starts off with a group of us staying in this beat up two storey house. Our main character (the only one I remember anyway) happens to be a buddy of mine living in Dubai. None other than Mr. Ravi himself!! Sorry pal..... hehe
Anyway, Ravi for some reason starts going on a mad killing spree... and looking at the size of him you know he can do some damage. Ok, let's move on... the remaining few of us manage to subdue him permanently (as in dead) and we leave him in a body bag in the police station. This is where you see him in a body bag dead as a door knob one minute and in the next minute you turn around he's gone.

Fast forward to our house with the three remaining survivors and myself. Here we are chilling, talking and out of nowhere Ravi pops up right in our midst!! He was covered in blood yet looked as if he was just there hanging out with us, ready to go partying. Now in the horror movies, there is always one serious dumbass who runs off on his own right? Of course he gets killed first and unfortunately, shamed as I am to admit it, that dumbass in this instance was me. Yep, me!! Idiot! Idiot! Idiot! It happened like this.... We are standing in the living room upstairs in sort of a square formation, two facing two. Ravi somehow finds himself between the two guys opposite me. Now we could have done this a few different ways. Either we all charge down the stairs and run for our lives or we all charge Ravi and kill his ass.... again!! I know I would not do this in real life but before anybody made a move, I turned tail and flew down those stairs. Of course Ravi decided to come after me rather than grab the guys next to him... bastard! :)
I ran outside into the darkness slamming the door behind me to give me a little time. Instead of running down the street in plain view I quickly crossed over to the other side and slid behind the hedges before he got to the door. I was lying on my stomach peeping through the bushes when I see Ravi charging out the door and running down the road faster than I have seen anybody run in my life. My heart was pounding like crazy, but I needed to stay there for a little while to make sure he was far, far away.

Just when I start to think I might make it (like in the movies), a boot rests on my back.......

Price you pay for being a dumbass.

Jurassic Genius

2006-11-09T05:00:00.000-08:00

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.

Rishtafari....

2006-08-31T10:11:00.000-07:00

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.....

Fact is Stranger than Fiction

2006-07-18T22:47:00.000-07:00

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.

Welcome one, welcome all....

2006-06-20T03:48:00.000-07:00

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.

Got ticker?

2006-06-05T03:46:00.000-07:00

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....:)

Fragmented

2006-06-02T02:34:00.000-07:00

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.

Prison Break....

2006-05-31T04:03:00.000-07:00

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

2006-05-30T04:01:00.000-07:00

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...

2006-05-25T00:29:00.000-07:00

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

2006-05-24T03:38:00.000-07:00

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...

2006-05-17T22:27:00.000-07:00

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?

2006-05-12T23:06:00.000-07:00

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.....

2006-05-11T04:07:00.000-07:00

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???

2006-05-05T03:07:00.000-07:00

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.

Dream

2006-04-10T11:20:00.000-07:00

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...........

Bloody game

2006-03-31T21:19:00.000-08:00

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.

Cartoon Cartoon!!!!

2006-03-09T01:43:00.000-08:00

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….

Dream on dreamer.....

2006-02-09T04:44:00.000-08:00

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....

Mercury Travels

2005-12-28T07:31:00.000-08:00

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

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

Fright night!!

2005-12-21T10:05:00.000-08:00

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

Dreamless???

2005-12-19T01:49:00.000-08:00

Yo! Long time :) ...

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

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

Super Ship Dead Planet

2005-12-06T12:35:00.000-08:00

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

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

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

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

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

"Bad Dreams"

2005-12-05T02:11:00.000-08:00

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

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

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

2005-11-24T00:40:00.000-08:00

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

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

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

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

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

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

Swimming anybody??

2005-11-23T07:11:00.001-08:00

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

To dream or not to dream...

2005-11-12T05:47:00.000-08:00

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

Good night all y'all.....

Kirkat!

2005-10-30T00:51:00.000-07:00

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

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

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

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

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

My Dream House...

2005-10-18T04:36:00.000-07:00

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

Enter....the Jax-o-matic

2005-10-14T11:34:00.000-07:00

Ok,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

FUCK

A good one

2005-10-07T13:17:00.000-07:00

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

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

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

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

Not a dream...

2005-09-25T12:31:00.000-07:00

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

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

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

Cheers,

DA!

Football turned deadly

2005-09-22T06:16:00.000-07:00

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

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

My Own Personal Music Video!!!

2005-09-20T05:00:00.000-07:00

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

Iron Chef??

2005-09-15T13:29:00.000-07:00

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

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

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

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

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

2005-09-14T04:46:00.000-07:00

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh my god!!!

2005-09-08T07:15:00.000-07:00

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

The complexity of simple dreams!

2005-09-05T07:05:00.000-07:00

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

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

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

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

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

Cloak and Dagger...

2005-08-26T09:48:00.000-07:00

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

Stop chasing me!!!!!

2005-08-25T11:31:00.000-07:00

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

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

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

2005-08-24T07:31:00.000-07:00

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

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

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

Super Hero......

2005-08-23T06:03:00.000-07:00

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

What a beautiful animal...

2005-08-19T02:31:00.000-07:00

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

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

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

I'm back.....

2005-08-17T03:56:00.000-07:00

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

If you tell a dream...

2005-08-11T15:14:00.000-07:00

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

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

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

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

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

tried to stop dreaming...

2005-08-04T13:44:00.000-07:00

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

I miss boarding school.....

2005-07-27T06:31:00.000-07:00

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

Action adventure!!

2005-07-21T04:42:00.000-07:00

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

Death in the snow....

2005-07-18T03:17:00.000-07:00

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

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

You still awake??

Evil lurks...

2005-07-13T11:13:00.000-07:00

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

Of pressing matters...

2005-07-11T21:48:00.000-07:00

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

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

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

Snookarrom.....

2005-07-09T14:45:00.000-07:00

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

Dream Recorder Chip needed

2005-07-08T17:05:00.000-07:00

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

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

Pepsodentist

2005-07-08T12:11:00.000-07:00

My dream:

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

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

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

Back to school....

2005-07-07T04:48:00.000-07:00

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

Then I woke up.......

My Spanish Family and I

2005-07-01T20:23:00.000-07:00

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

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

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

Beaches and bugs

2005-06-30T09:57:00.000-07:00

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

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

Falling falling......

2005-06-28T06:45:00.000-07:00

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

Guns don't kill people...

2005-06-25T02:24:00.000-07:00

...People who dream of guns kill people.

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

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

Control your Dream??

2005-06-24T11:45:00.000-07:00

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

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

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

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

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

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

Death

2005-06-23T11:05:00.000-07:00

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

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

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

To be shot.....

2005-06-22T02:15:00.000-07:00

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

More bits and pieces...

2005-06-21T10:43:00.000-07:00

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

A bit of nostalgia...

2005-06-20T19:53:00.000-07:00

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

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

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

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

Fish out of water...

2005-06-19T12:50:00.000-07:00

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

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

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

Freaky?? Yep!!

Boarding school and basketball

2005-06-16T09:03:00.000-07:00

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

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

2005-06-16T03:21:00.000-07:00

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

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

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

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

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

Part 1, 2 and 3!!

2005-06-15T05:17:00.000-07:00

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

Delayed Reaction

2005-06-14T12:26:00.000-07:00

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

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

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

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

Another musing...

2005-06-13T02:56:00.000-07:00

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

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

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

A Physical Experience?

2005-06-10T21:44:00.000-07:00

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

Dreaming...

2005-06-09T12:35:00.000-07:00

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

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

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

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

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

Brave Dreamers!!!

2005-06-09T12:32:00.000-07:00

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

Lavi

A Dream is a Dream is a...

2005-06-08T22:57:00.000-07:00

A Dream is a Dream

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-Rohin

Queer Dreams

2005-06-08T13:12:00.000-07:00

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

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

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

rohit

Recurring dreams...

2005-06-08T12:58:00.000-07:00

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

Dream within a dream....

2005-06-08T12:47:00.000-07:00

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

Dreams past......

2005-06-02T11:40:00.000-07:00

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

You getting excited yet??

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

Today was a weird one...

2005-06-01T07:16:00.000-07:00

I can't remember it too vividly but here goes...

I had a dream.... well part of a dream anyway. We were going on a journey to god knows where when we came across the bodies of people we had known and who had died on the way. Well some of them were dead anyway. They were half buried in huge piles of sand with heads sticking out here and limbs sticking out there. Their eyes were open and the lenses were all white and unseeing. We had to climb over those mounds of sand as there was no other way so we had to make our way over the bodies, stepping on limbs and faces along the way. What a sight that was, but all I remember feeling in the dream was sadness.

One of the faces I walked by happened to be the face of a friend of mine from college, Mike Rodriguez and the odd thing was that his eyelids were opening and closing rapidly but I didn't think much of it at the time.
As we were walking I saw more people with rapidly moving eyelids and they actually woke up!! So i yelled out "Hey some are alive!! Look for others back there!" Unfortunately not all were still alive but a few did wake up. They started forming a line at a tap to wash all that sand off themseleves and there was Mike standing in line ready to wash up. Who then should walk up and stand behind him? None other than Amit Sikand!!! He's another friend from college by the way. They then start chatting like nothing happened.

I woke up at this point already late for work but I made a point writing this down before getting ready. It was only part of the dream but I can't remember the rest. Very weird dream though.

I wish we could record our dreams and watch them again when we wake up... that would be something else huh? Later on I will write down dreams I had ages ago that stuck with me over the years.

Please feel free to write down your dreams no matter what they are!! (This should be good...)

Dreams....A Haiku

2005-06-01T07:09:00.000-07:00

Dreams are an escape,
from the harsh reality.
I'll dream forever.

by
Amit Dhawan