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!!
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Daddy-hood
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.....
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.....
Thursday, March 05, 2009
Crash through the mist....
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...
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...
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Blurring the lines...
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...
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Scrutinizing who I be
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???
;-)
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???
;-)
Saturday, August 11, 2007
Sunday, March 11, 2007
Complete madness...... I like it. :)
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.
Sunday, February 04, 2007
The Bear Facts....
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.
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.
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Sleeping with....... crocodiles????
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.
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.
Thursday, January 11, 2007
Serial Killa!!
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.
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.
Thursday, November 09, 2006
Jurassic Genius
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.
As in most dreams, shit doesn't turn out the way you want so our T-Rex finds himself outside the cage and on the stairs talking to us while hunting us down. We split ourselves up above and below it on the stairs and always stayed on the other side of the stairs across it. It calmly was talking to us about this and that while at the same time would suddenly charge up or down chasing after us. Running up those stairs was tiring as hell I can tell you and everytime it stopped and started going downwards, we like idiots would follow, trying to hear what it had to say, then running up again when it started chasing us.
The bastard was just about to catch me so I did the only thing I could. I jumped off the stairs and found myself hanging on one of the bars halfway down to the ground. One of the others (looked like Martin Sheen) secured a rope somewhere and launched himself off to my rescue. He swung down and grabbed me, but miscalculated and we found ourselves swinging right through a window and out of the tower! Now it gets freaky... the tower is so high in the sky, we can't even see the ground we are hurtling towards!! By some miracle we see this rope stringing across who knows where so we grab it and are hanging on for dear life wondering what to do next. We then start to hear this music coming from below and see a luxurious pink stretch limousine flying towards us from below blasting music. Of the whole dream, that seemed the strangest part and just as we were getting in, my alarm went off...... Good Morning people.
Thursday, August 31, 2006
Rishtafari....
Had a dream last night but only remember one scene it or should I say, an image. We were in a hotel with a nice big open air lobby area for people to sit on bamboo sofas and talk story. I see on one of the long sofas maybe 8 young cute white girls and at a right angle on a single seater sofa is Mr. Rishi throwing his smooth raps to the ladies. I then notice another dude sharing the sofa with Rishi who happened to be none other than....................................Rishi again!! Bloody hell two Rishi's!?!?! Those chicks were in trouble thas for sure. :0
Probably had a dream about Tazzan (Rishi) coz he is currently getting married in Kenya. Feel like complete shit that I could not make it with some of the boys going (Ro, Avi) but what else is new? I keep missing all my friends weddings so will not be surprised to see mine (if I ever do get married) attended by few.
Congrats Rishi and uhhhh.....crap! I can't remember her name! Sorry dude, but congrats to you both and hope you have a happy happy life together.
Goodnight all.....
Probably had a dream about Tazzan (Rishi) coz he is currently getting married in Kenya. Feel like complete shit that I could not make it with some of the boys going (Ro, Avi) but what else is new? I keep missing all my friends weddings so will not be surprised to see mine (if I ever do get married) attended by few.
Congrats Rishi and uhhhh.....crap! I can't remember her name! Sorry dude, but congrats to you both and hope you have a happy happy life together.
Goodnight all.....
Tuesday, July 18, 2006
Fact is Stranger than Fiction
This is a dream I had on the 9th of July, the 2 nights before my medical check up. I woke up that morning at about 10 am to have breakfast and went back to bed after that, when I had this dream. After the dream I jumped straight out of bed, grabbed a bad and wrote it down. It was abnormally vivid and felt very strange. I did not write it down with the intention to post it but I felt I had to get it out of my mind. I scribbled 5 full pages. At the time I had a bag of weed and some Tramadol pills in my backpack. I am in a rush and I do not have time to read it over so sorry for any spelling errors.
I woke up in the suite I was staying at in the Marriot Mumbai. It was still dark and I went over to my backpack and grabbed a pill of ecstasy out of the pouch. I popped it and immediately regretted doing that because at that moment it dawned upon me that I had an appointment for a medical check up that morning. I was not supposed to eat or drink anything 12 hours prior to the check up. I remember thinking, why have I popped a pill when I know I am going to be under a microscope in just a few hours?
Suddenly I wake up again. Still in the dream. Its 6 am now. I was awoken by load knocking on the door. I opened the door and a doctor in a white suit stormed into the room, grabbed my wrist, and started putting a band around it. I tried to stop him but he said I had to get ready for my check up. I was arguing and making excuses about how I already ate and I would not be able to do the check up today but he said it would not be a problem. They were ready for me. The band was fixed around my wrist but I managed to push the doctor out of the room. He was a Chinese or at least East Asian doctor.
I woke up again, for the third time in this dream. This time I instantly realized I was on E, but I do not remember feeling like I was rolling and I still had the yellow band around my wrist. The door bell was ringing. I answered it and this time I was greated by 3 of my aunts. And they were not even aunts that are directly related to me or that I have any emotional connection with. They had come to take for my check up and I was thinking, why them? I tried again to get out of the check up but they forced me and immediately I found myself in a Kijang car driving down some back streets in Kunningan Jakarta.
We arrived at a building that I remember from another dream. I sometimes revisit locations on dreams. Although they are real places they never resemble the exact locations. This building looked like the new skin care clinic that has opened in Kelapa Gading. It is large and mostly made of glass and metal. All the exterior walls are glass with metal supports. The parking lot was abnormally large, like a football field. In the previous dream I had been lost inside this hospital that was like a labyrinth on the inside. And I remember thinking this during this dream. I felt uneasy.
I am standing in the parking lot of the building. My aunts are gone and I do not seem to realize or even care. I am amongst a group of people that all seem to be part of an initiation with a group leader talking to us. I did not really take notice of any individual at this point or at least I do not remember taking notice. An old dusty black mustang drives up to the front of the congregation. A guy with long blonde hair and a goatee was driving the car. He looked like that dude from the last season of American Idol. I remember thinking that. He wore black jeans and a black t-shirt. His radio was turned up loud and there was a song blaring on it. It was ‘Pork Flower’ by a band my friend was in high school called ‘Mojo’. It is like a slow ballad that breaks into heavy rock towards the end. I have it on my ipod. It is an awesome song. All the people in the group seem to know this song and they are all singing along. It was like an anthem for them. It was a beautiful and serene moment.
I was blown away and the blonde dude came and stood beside me. I asked him where he got that song. He was overconfident, rough, and confrontational. He told me to fuck off. He said it was none of my business. I told him to chill and that I know this band from my high school and I was wondering if he was in the same school. I was dropping names. He told me quite nonchalant that he heard the song on the radio and that it was pretty famous.
Another car pulled up in front of the group. This time it was a large white luxury car, abnormally long, convertible, with gold trimmings, like an old school rolls stretched out 3 times its size. It was driven by a chauffer, a white guy in a uniform. In the back there was an Indian guy in a very sharp white suit with a big smug smile on his face. He was a good looking bloke too. He stood up and threw roses into the crowd like an aspiring politician.
I knew this guy. Not from real life, but again from another dream. He was a show off with degrees in all sorts of things from the best universities. The kind of guy most people would look up to. He started preached some philosophy to the crowd I was standing in. He was talking sense but not necessarily to my agreement. The mustang guy starts to argue with him and it was quite a heavy discussion. At the time we were all following it and I was thinking I have to remember this but for the life of me I cant. At this point I also notice that the chauffer was sitting in the back of the car with his boss, leaned back and feet up, egging his boss on, laughing at his jokes and whole heartedly supporting him. Eventually Mr. Mustang puts the heroic smooth talking guy in his place and silence falls. We al turn and walk towards the building.
Now this moment/vision is etched into my mind. While I was walking towards the building I turned and look back at the hero and his car has shrunk to only about 4 feet long. It is scrunched up and a dirty green color. The driver is looking forward and the steering wheel is pressed right up against his chest. The boss is sitting in the back all squeezed up with his knees up to his chin. He is not so handsome now. He has dark circles under his eyes and fangs protruding fro his mouth with a very angry look on his face. This image is burned in my mind although I had only turned and taken a momentary glance.
From here in my memory fails me. When I started writing it was all clear but by the time I got to this point it got a bi hazy. Only bits and pieces still stood out.
The building, as I said before was new and modern from the outside. Once we entered I recall thinking this is more like a rehab center than a medical check up clinic. The interior of the building was far from modern. The walls were a dirty dark red color and the rooms were small with low ceilings, very claustrophobic. There were numerous stair wells we passed through that were blocked in some parts. We had to duck and weave through gaps. Some of them too small for a normal person. It was a labyrinth. There was no way to know where you were going or coming. I was talking to some of the other patients and this period seemed to go on for a very long time. I was getting tired and I was wondering when I would wake up. I became aware that I was dreaming. I was asleep and I was tired.
I suddenly appeared in a glass room. It was clean, white, and very sterile. I was in a line of people all waiting in front of a glass counter to receive medication from a nurse. She looked like nurse Rachet from ‘One Flew over the Cuckoos Nest’. When came to my turn she handed me 4 brown pills. I asked her what they were and she told me they are good for me so take them. I was worried they would conflict with the E I had already taken. I told her that I like to know what I put in my body and I was not trying to make trouble but I just wanted to know what she was giving me so I could check it out online later. She tried to force the pills on me and suddenly a bunch of people were pinning me down. I broke free and started to run. I was ducking and diving through the holes in the labyrinth. Up and around stairs. I was frustrated and lost. I woke up. Sweating.
I woke up in the suite I was staying at in the Marriot Mumbai. It was still dark and I went over to my backpack and grabbed a pill of ecstasy out of the pouch. I popped it and immediately regretted doing that because at that moment it dawned upon me that I had an appointment for a medical check up that morning. I was not supposed to eat or drink anything 12 hours prior to the check up. I remember thinking, why have I popped a pill when I know I am going to be under a microscope in just a few hours?
Suddenly I wake up again. Still in the dream. Its 6 am now. I was awoken by load knocking on the door. I opened the door and a doctor in a white suit stormed into the room, grabbed my wrist, and started putting a band around it. I tried to stop him but he said I had to get ready for my check up. I was arguing and making excuses about how I already ate and I would not be able to do the check up today but he said it would not be a problem. They were ready for me. The band was fixed around my wrist but I managed to push the doctor out of the room. He was a Chinese or at least East Asian doctor.
I woke up again, for the third time in this dream. This time I instantly realized I was on E, but I do not remember feeling like I was rolling and I still had the yellow band around my wrist. The door bell was ringing. I answered it and this time I was greated by 3 of my aunts. And they were not even aunts that are directly related to me or that I have any emotional connection with. They had come to take for my check up and I was thinking, why them? I tried again to get out of the check up but they forced me and immediately I found myself in a Kijang car driving down some back streets in Kunningan Jakarta.
We arrived at a building that I remember from another dream. I sometimes revisit locations on dreams. Although they are real places they never resemble the exact locations. This building looked like the new skin care clinic that has opened in Kelapa Gading. It is large and mostly made of glass and metal. All the exterior walls are glass with metal supports. The parking lot was abnormally large, like a football field. In the previous dream I had been lost inside this hospital that was like a labyrinth on the inside. And I remember thinking this during this dream. I felt uneasy.
I am standing in the parking lot of the building. My aunts are gone and I do not seem to realize or even care. I am amongst a group of people that all seem to be part of an initiation with a group leader talking to us. I did not really take notice of any individual at this point or at least I do not remember taking notice. An old dusty black mustang drives up to the front of the congregation. A guy with long blonde hair and a goatee was driving the car. He looked like that dude from the last season of American Idol. I remember thinking that. He wore black jeans and a black t-shirt. His radio was turned up loud and there was a song blaring on it. It was ‘Pork Flower’ by a band my friend was in high school called ‘Mojo’. It is like a slow ballad that breaks into heavy rock towards the end. I have it on my ipod. It is an awesome song. All the people in the group seem to know this song and they are all singing along. It was like an anthem for them. It was a beautiful and serene moment.
I was blown away and the blonde dude came and stood beside me. I asked him where he got that song. He was overconfident, rough, and confrontational. He told me to fuck off. He said it was none of my business. I told him to chill and that I know this band from my high school and I was wondering if he was in the same school. I was dropping names. He told me quite nonchalant that he heard the song on the radio and that it was pretty famous.
Another car pulled up in front of the group. This time it was a large white luxury car, abnormally long, convertible, with gold trimmings, like an old school rolls stretched out 3 times its size. It was driven by a chauffer, a white guy in a uniform. In the back there was an Indian guy in a very sharp white suit with a big smug smile on his face. He was a good looking bloke too. He stood up and threw roses into the crowd like an aspiring politician.
I knew this guy. Not from real life, but again from another dream. He was a show off with degrees in all sorts of things from the best universities. The kind of guy most people would look up to. He started preached some philosophy to the crowd I was standing in. He was talking sense but not necessarily to my agreement. The mustang guy starts to argue with him and it was quite a heavy discussion. At the time we were all following it and I was thinking I have to remember this but for the life of me I cant. At this point I also notice that the chauffer was sitting in the back of the car with his boss, leaned back and feet up, egging his boss on, laughing at his jokes and whole heartedly supporting him. Eventually Mr. Mustang puts the heroic smooth talking guy in his place and silence falls. We al turn and walk towards the building.
Now this moment/vision is etched into my mind. While I was walking towards the building I turned and look back at the hero and his car has shrunk to only about 4 feet long. It is scrunched up and a dirty green color. The driver is looking forward and the steering wheel is pressed right up against his chest. The boss is sitting in the back all squeezed up with his knees up to his chin. He is not so handsome now. He has dark circles under his eyes and fangs protruding fro his mouth with a very angry look on his face. This image is burned in my mind although I had only turned and taken a momentary glance.
From here in my memory fails me. When I started writing it was all clear but by the time I got to this point it got a bi hazy. Only bits and pieces still stood out.
The building, as I said before was new and modern from the outside. Once we entered I recall thinking this is more like a rehab center than a medical check up clinic. The interior of the building was far from modern. The walls were a dirty dark red color and the rooms were small with low ceilings, very claustrophobic. There were numerous stair wells we passed through that were blocked in some parts. We had to duck and weave through gaps. Some of them too small for a normal person. It was a labyrinth. There was no way to know where you were going or coming. I was talking to some of the other patients and this period seemed to go on for a very long time. I was getting tired and I was wondering when I would wake up. I became aware that I was dreaming. I was asleep and I was tired.
I suddenly appeared in a glass room. It was clean, white, and very sterile. I was in a line of people all waiting in front of a glass counter to receive medication from a nurse. She looked like nurse Rachet from ‘One Flew over the Cuckoos Nest’. When came to my turn she handed me 4 brown pills. I asked her what they were and she told me they are good for me so take them. I was worried they would conflict with the E I had already taken. I told her that I like to know what I put in my body and I was not trying to make trouble but I just wanted to know what she was giving me so I could check it out online later. She tried to force the pills on me and suddenly a bunch of people were pinning me down. I broke free and started to run. I was ducking and diving through the holes in the labyrinth. Up and around stairs. I was frustrated and lost. I woke up. Sweating.
Tuesday, June 20, 2006
Welcome one, welcome all....
First I would like to extend a warm welcome to all members of my family for gracing my dream with their presence for the first time. Yep, pretty much all of them made it... let me explain.
I find myself in spectator mode for this part of the dream. I am way across the street facing a massive warehouse. Actually, it would be better described as a hangar and a massive hangar it was. Whoever they were were building this top secret weapon of some sort and it had to be huge to be built in something like that right? Damn right! Let me try to explain what it looks like. Imagine a huuuuuuuge mechanical manta ray with flapping wings and a flexible tail and you are pretty much there. When I say huuuuge I mean as big as a frickin Boeing 777!! It was supposed to the latest and greatest sea-faring invention of all time, but with serious destruction capabilities.
Of course the behemoth developed a mind of its own and went crazy.
Now we go back to my spactator mode, where I see this mechanical manta burst through the front gates and charge down the highway with no wheels I might add (it being made for the sea and all). Somehow we find out that it is going to show up at a certain location at a certain time for this big showdown and here we are all excited and looking forward to it as if it was some damn fireworks show. Here is where my family and some old friends come in.
First, the new location. Picture an island, with your house on the top of the highest hill overlooking the entire coastline of beautiful sandy beaches and beautiful torquoise water. The showdown was supposed to occur right at the beach at the base of our hill and we were perfectly placed. Despite the threat of death and destruction, all our family members showed up one by one, Uncle Fouad, Bunty, Penny etc to watch the show. I remember us all sitting on the grass with our plates on our laps, eating dinner and waiting for the manta to show up. Even a few friends from boarding school showed up, which was strange but was nice at the time.
Sorry to disappoint you folks but I woke up before the damn thing showed up! It's just that the whole dream leading up to that point was very interesting. Wish I was more artistically inclined, then maybe I could have drawn alot of this for you rather than try to explain it with my limited use of the english vocabulary, but what the hell.... it is only a dream.
I find myself in spectator mode for this part of the dream. I am way across the street facing a massive warehouse. Actually, it would be better described as a hangar and a massive hangar it was. Whoever they were were building this top secret weapon of some sort and it had to be huge to be built in something like that right? Damn right! Let me try to explain what it looks like. Imagine a huuuuuuuge mechanical manta ray with flapping wings and a flexible tail and you are pretty much there. When I say huuuuge I mean as big as a frickin Boeing 777!! It was supposed to the latest and greatest sea-faring invention of all time, but with serious destruction capabilities.
Of course the behemoth developed a mind of its own and went crazy.
Now we go back to my spactator mode, where I see this mechanical manta burst through the front gates and charge down the highway with no wheels I might add (it being made for the sea and all). Somehow we find out that it is going to show up at a certain location at a certain time for this big showdown and here we are all excited and looking forward to it as if it was some damn fireworks show. Here is where my family and some old friends come in.
First, the new location. Picture an island, with your house on the top of the highest hill overlooking the entire coastline of beautiful sandy beaches and beautiful torquoise water. The showdown was supposed to occur right at the beach at the base of our hill and we were perfectly placed. Despite the threat of death and destruction, all our family members showed up one by one, Uncle Fouad, Bunty, Penny etc to watch the show. I remember us all sitting on the grass with our plates on our laps, eating dinner and waiting for the manta to show up. Even a few friends from boarding school showed up, which was strange but was nice at the time.
Sorry to disappoint you folks but I woke up before the damn thing showed up! It's just that the whole dream leading up to that point was very interesting. Wish I was more artistically inclined, then maybe I could have drawn alot of this for you rather than try to explain it with my limited use of the english vocabulary, but what the hell.... it is only a dream.
Monday, June 05, 2006
Got ticker?
This was quite a freaky ass dream I must say. A buddy (don't know who) and myself went to this party. There is the outside party, where we were, with rows of jacuzzis lining the garden separated by these roman style pillars and there is the INside party. Of course only special invitees were allowed inside. We were told that we can only enter with a "ticker" and no I don't know what a ticker is, but the only way to get one is to send these designated kids inside to get one for us. So we go around looking for these kids and find one very innocent looking 12 - 13 year old (as if there are many guilty looking kids of that age...avi excluded...hehe). We recruit this champion to go get our ticker for us and his adventure begins.
He walks into what looks like a frat party, mainly with dudes all over the place drinking etc. He is not sure what to do and is not being helped by anybody. The person who ends up helping him out is one I would not expect. This helpful chap happens to be Danny Mukhi. Now, for those of you who do not know Danny, he was a friend of ours from Ghana who passed away around 10 years ago. He took our young lad to a corner and explained quietly that he was supposed to go upstairs to get the ticker. All this while Danny's "friends" were peaking around the bend with an evil look in their eyes which probably meant Danny was doing something he was not supposed to do. We don't know what happened to Danny after that coz we follow our ticker getter onwards and upwards. He goes upstairs and finds himself in this wild world of sex and drugs. There are chicks everywhere half naked, laughing, making out with guys, feeding them, dancing with them and anything else you can imagine. Our young fella is a bit uncomfortable with this situation (I mean who wouldn't be, with naked chicks and booze and drugs lying around right? :)
I think on a subconscious level I wanted the kid to stay there coz we are now shifting to another scene a few floors higher. Picture a grieving widow on one side, facing about 4-5 ladies with nothing but evil in their eyes. They are convincing her that her husband died because he was cheating on her and was a major asshole etc. Her tears stopped flowing and slowly but surely she was getting sucked into their soft words of reassurance and their fake smiles. All this while just behind these ladies, the air started to shimmer and something began to take shape. It was none other than her dead husband, looking deader than ever and kinda freaky if you ask me. He cried to her (more like a ghostly wail) not to believe them as it was they who killed him. His last words were "Avvveeeennnge meeeeeeeee". Man, you should have seen her then. From a weak, grief stricken widow, she suddenly turned into the female version of Jet Li! Evil bitches were flying all over the room and the main evil bitch was kicked right over the railing and fell all the way down. Let me give you the layout before I continue. This scene was on maybe the 4th or 5th floor of a with the staircase going up in a square shaped formation with the middle empty from top to bottom. I hope it's clear. Anyway, the main evil bitch goes all the way down and our vengeful widow after manhandling the rest start swinging down the railing like tarzan and eventually lands on the bitch on the ground floor with her high heals slamming right into her. Now, instead of her bursting and spraying blood all over, she simply breaks apart like kindling you would throw into a fire. Pretty wild stuff I tell you.
Now that that little piece of drama is over with, lets go back to my friend and myself. It seems our little guy never came back so it fell on me to do the honours. I somehow managed to figure out a way to get inside so I started to make my way from the jacuzzi on one end of the garden to the building on the other end. In between, the party was rocking with people also making out all over the place. Just before I get to the steps leading up to the entrance of the building, I come across this huuuuge bed, with guys rolling around on it. I mean it was packed with fellas, all fully clothed just rolling around as if they were fucking drunk or something. Nothing sexual but kinda weird all the same. I spot Dinesh (my elder bro) also on the bed and he's wearing my shirt!! For some reason I get pissed off and am trying to yell at him for wearing my shirt. This dumb looking bouncer steps up to me and rudely asks for my pass before I even attempt to enter the building. I angrily flip it across his face and tell him to piss off. Dinesh sees this and gets annoyed at the bouncer and starts yelling at him to apologize while I am trying to yell at him again. He seems also pretty drunk or fucked up on something so it's hard to get through.
At this point I start getting the feeling that I am oversleeping and will be late for work and decide to wake up. Abrupt ending to a funky ass dream..... I hope I have more of them....:)
He walks into what looks like a frat party, mainly with dudes all over the place drinking etc. He is not sure what to do and is not being helped by anybody. The person who ends up helping him out is one I would not expect. This helpful chap happens to be Danny Mukhi. Now, for those of you who do not know Danny, he was a friend of ours from Ghana who passed away around 10 years ago. He took our young lad to a corner and explained quietly that he was supposed to go upstairs to get the ticker. All this while Danny's "friends" were peaking around the bend with an evil look in their eyes which probably meant Danny was doing something he was not supposed to do. We don't know what happened to Danny after that coz we follow our ticker getter onwards and upwards. He goes upstairs and finds himself in this wild world of sex and drugs. There are chicks everywhere half naked, laughing, making out with guys, feeding them, dancing with them and anything else you can imagine. Our young fella is a bit uncomfortable with this situation (I mean who wouldn't be, with naked chicks and booze and drugs lying around right? :)
I think on a subconscious level I wanted the kid to stay there coz we are now shifting to another scene a few floors higher. Picture a grieving widow on one side, facing about 4-5 ladies with nothing but evil in their eyes. They are convincing her that her husband died because he was cheating on her and was a major asshole etc. Her tears stopped flowing and slowly but surely she was getting sucked into their soft words of reassurance and their fake smiles. All this while just behind these ladies, the air started to shimmer and something began to take shape. It was none other than her dead husband, looking deader than ever and kinda freaky if you ask me. He cried to her (more like a ghostly wail) not to believe them as it was they who killed him. His last words were "Avvveeeennnge meeeeeeeee". Man, you should have seen her then. From a weak, grief stricken widow, she suddenly turned into the female version of Jet Li! Evil bitches were flying all over the room and the main evil bitch was kicked right over the railing and fell all the way down. Let me give you the layout before I continue. This scene was on maybe the 4th or 5th floor of a with the staircase going up in a square shaped formation with the middle empty from top to bottom. I hope it's clear. Anyway, the main evil bitch goes all the way down and our vengeful widow after manhandling the rest start swinging down the railing like tarzan and eventually lands on the bitch on the ground floor with her high heals slamming right into her. Now, instead of her bursting and spraying blood all over, she simply breaks apart like kindling you would throw into a fire. Pretty wild stuff I tell you.
Now that that little piece of drama is over with, lets go back to my friend and myself. It seems our little guy never came back so it fell on me to do the honours. I somehow managed to figure out a way to get inside so I started to make my way from the jacuzzi on one end of the garden to the building on the other end. In between, the party was rocking with people also making out all over the place. Just before I get to the steps leading up to the entrance of the building, I come across this huuuuge bed, with guys rolling around on it. I mean it was packed with fellas, all fully clothed just rolling around as if they were fucking drunk or something. Nothing sexual but kinda weird all the same. I spot Dinesh (my elder bro) also on the bed and he's wearing my shirt!! For some reason I get pissed off and am trying to yell at him for wearing my shirt. This dumb looking bouncer steps up to me and rudely asks for my pass before I even attempt to enter the building. I angrily flip it across his face and tell him to piss off. Dinesh sees this and gets annoyed at the bouncer and starts yelling at him to apologize while I am trying to yell at him again. He seems also pretty drunk or fucked up on something so it's hard to get through.
At this point I start getting the feeling that I am oversleeping and will be late for work and decide to wake up. Abrupt ending to a funky ass dream..... I hope I have more of them....:)
Friday, June 02, 2006
Fragmented
Air Force One had been hijacked, and I seemed to have ringside seats for the ass-kicking of Harrison Ford. Weird though it was, it seemed like I'd landed on the set, except it was all a live sequence and there wasn't any director waiting to yell cut. No, it was more like the real deal. And I couldn't do anything to help, or even to make a difference and take a potshot at Mr. Ford, you know, just for fun. It was like I was a forced silent witness to the fighting that was going on. Oh yeah, if I said ass-kicking I meant fighting, because he was hitting back but the dudes who were pummelling him seemed to be doing so a little more effectively...because he was spitting blood everywhere.
Then, we shifted scene to another movie, and although I couldn't tell which one it was specifically it seemed to be something out of The Fugitive. What was the common element? Mr. Ford was fighting off some other bad guys who were making him spit blood everywhere...again. And as intese as the scene was, you know, people getting thrown around and breaking furniture and other assorted objects with their falling bodies, it sucked to just be around. I wish I'd dreamt that I was eating some popcorn or something. But that's how this sequence ended...just Harrison getting messed up a bit and trying to do the same to the guys who cared to do the same to him.
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And then I was in a bookshop. No scenes of rumbling here, thank God, because it was nice and quiet...just the way I like a bookshop to be. I was glancing around aimlessly as I am usually wont to do, but in no time my eyes fell on something that piqued my interest. It was a book by Daniel Quinn, and it was titled "Book 8: The Insects Become One". Now, he hasn't written a book like this, but Mr. Quinn is an author I've come to respect for some pretty extraordinary ideas. I've bought three of his books so far and none of them have failed to interest me. But what about this book in the dream? I mean, Book 8? He's written about 10 books so far. And about insects? Well, I didn't glance through it, and I vaguely remember purchasing the book and leaving the bookshop to go home and read it, just before I woke up...but it didn't make sense.
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The last installment of this post has to do with a fragment of a dream that happened three nights ago. It involved a lot of fighting like in the Harrison Ford example, except I was on the receiving end, so to speak. It was wierd, and I didn't make much of it then, but after last night's dream I just got to thinking, "What the hell is up with all this fighting?" Anyway, it involved someone picking a fight with me, and me backing off because that's how I usually deal with these things. But this person, who wasn't familiar but seemed to vaguely resemble someone I knew eons ago, kept at it and finally started shoving me around.
On the third shove, I lost it and hit back as hard as I could. The rest of the fight involved formidable blows by both of us because we were doing a whole lot of blood donation to the sidewalk. And then I told him to take it easy because this wasn't solving anything. He seemed to back off...or at least to back off long enough for me to begin to leave. The moment I'd turned my back on him he was back to picking a fight...or re-picking it even. And I didn't understand why he was doing it, but I decided to put an end to it and made the first move. More blood donating...more formidable blows...and the next thing I knew I'd broken his arm at the elbow and was threatening to rip it off at the shoulder if he didn't cease and desist from this foolishness. And that's when I woke up, short of breath, and wondering what the hell had just gone on.
Then, we shifted scene to another movie, and although I couldn't tell which one it was specifically it seemed to be something out of The Fugitive. What was the common element? Mr. Ford was fighting off some other bad guys who were making him spit blood everywhere...again. And as intese as the scene was, you know, people getting thrown around and breaking furniture and other assorted objects with their falling bodies, it sucked to just be around. I wish I'd dreamt that I was eating some popcorn or something. But that's how this sequence ended...just Harrison getting messed up a bit and trying to do the same to the guys who cared to do the same to him.
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And then I was in a bookshop. No scenes of rumbling here, thank God, because it was nice and quiet...just the way I like a bookshop to be. I was glancing around aimlessly as I am usually wont to do, but in no time my eyes fell on something that piqued my interest. It was a book by Daniel Quinn, and it was titled "Book 8: The Insects Become One". Now, he hasn't written a book like this, but Mr. Quinn is an author I've come to respect for some pretty extraordinary ideas. I've bought three of his books so far and none of them have failed to interest me. But what about this book in the dream? I mean, Book 8? He's written about 10 books so far. And about insects? Well, I didn't glance through it, and I vaguely remember purchasing the book and leaving the bookshop to go home and read it, just before I woke up...but it didn't make sense.
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The last installment of this post has to do with a fragment of a dream that happened three nights ago. It involved a lot of fighting like in the Harrison Ford example, except I was on the receiving end, so to speak. It was wierd, and I didn't make much of it then, but after last night's dream I just got to thinking, "What the hell is up with all this fighting?" Anyway, it involved someone picking a fight with me, and me backing off because that's how I usually deal with these things. But this person, who wasn't familiar but seemed to vaguely resemble someone I knew eons ago, kept at it and finally started shoving me around.
On the third shove, I lost it and hit back as hard as I could. The rest of the fight involved formidable blows by both of us because we were doing a whole lot of blood donation to the sidewalk. And then I told him to take it easy because this wasn't solving anything. He seemed to back off...or at least to back off long enough for me to begin to leave. The moment I'd turned my back on him he was back to picking a fight...or re-picking it even. And I didn't understand why he was doing it, but I decided to put an end to it and made the first move. More blood donating...more formidable blows...and the next thing I knew I'd broken his arm at the elbow and was threatening to rip it off at the shoulder if he didn't cease and desist from this foolishness. And that's when I woke up, short of breath, and wondering what the hell had just gone on.
Wednesday, May 31, 2006
Prison Break....
Any of you seen Prison Break yet?? Wicked wicked show. I would highly recommend it.
Now to business... sorry but this dream should have been longer than it was. I think lights going off in the middle of the night and waking me up sort of screwed the whole thing but it was still very cool...whatever I can remember anyway. I find myself in prison, yes prison and please don't ask or debate what I went to prison for coz I don't know and don't wanna know.
As is the case with dreams, this was no ordinary prison. This prison was miles and miles high in the sky. I mean you look out the window and see clouds, not above you but below! Picture a small room with stone blocks and rough concrete walls and one tall window with bars looking out at nothing but sky. The view of course was magnificent but hard to enjoy it given the circumstances.
Some other stuff happens that I cannot remember so lets just go to the topic of escape ok? Okey dokey! I'm in the room with two guards it seems, who are just chilling out coz let's face it, where can I go right? They don't even move a muscle when I find myself unscrewing the screws on the barred window with a screwdriver that happens to appear in my hand. Yep, the window is screwed in.
I decide to unscrew the top part of the window and let it fall outwards but not fall off completely because of the bottom screws still in place. I pop my head out and look left, look right, then look down. I usually love heights but you can forgive my queasiness as my eyes nearly pop out of their sockets as I survey the scene around and below me. I see no windows to the left and right of me, which is fine. It's the sheer drop below with no foothold or anything going down down down right through the clouds to whatever lies beneath. For all I know it's a nice bed of cotton waiting to cushion my fall but I ain't that stupid, even in my dream.
I sadly decide pull the bars back up and screw it back in before the warden passes by and decides to throw me out for my impudence.
There endeth the story.... with me forever stuck in my prison with a view.
Now to business... sorry but this dream should have been longer than it was. I think lights going off in the middle of the night and waking me up sort of screwed the whole thing but it was still very cool...whatever I can remember anyway. I find myself in prison, yes prison and please don't ask or debate what I went to prison for coz I don't know and don't wanna know.
As is the case with dreams, this was no ordinary prison. This prison was miles and miles high in the sky. I mean you look out the window and see clouds, not above you but below! Picture a small room with stone blocks and rough concrete walls and one tall window with bars looking out at nothing but sky. The view of course was magnificent but hard to enjoy it given the circumstances.
Some other stuff happens that I cannot remember so lets just go to the topic of escape ok? Okey dokey! I'm in the room with two guards it seems, who are just chilling out coz let's face it, where can I go right? They don't even move a muscle when I find myself unscrewing the screws on the barred window with a screwdriver that happens to appear in my hand. Yep, the window is screwed in.
I decide to unscrew the top part of the window and let it fall outwards but not fall off completely because of the bottom screws still in place. I pop my head out and look left, look right, then look down. I usually love heights but you can forgive my queasiness as my eyes nearly pop out of their sockets as I survey the scene around and below me. I see no windows to the left and right of me, which is fine. It's the sheer drop below with no foothold or anything going down down down right through the clouds to whatever lies beneath. For all I know it's a nice bed of cotton waiting to cushion my fall but I ain't that stupid, even in my dream.
I sadly decide pull the bars back up and screw it back in before the warden passes by and decides to throw me out for my impudence.
There endeth the story.... with me forever stuck in my prison with a view.
Tuesday, May 30, 2006
Driven
This was kind of strange. I find myself being challenged by Vin Diesel to a dirt road race, he on his bike and myself in a off road pick up truck. I can remember myself zooming around the bends and Vin jumping over me, somersaulting, cartwheeling and anything else you can imagine. Of course I won the race.
The prize turned out to be this amazing buffet of fruits and vegetables! The space was the size of damn supermarket, I mean it was huuuuuge! There were tables and shelves all over the places just stocked with any fruit or veggie you could imagine. Next thing I know there are people all over the place just chowing down. I ate my fill but spent the whole time trying to remember a word I know for 'buffet'. The funny thing is that the word has two letter q's in it and I believe there is no word for buffet like that but I was convinced there was a word and that it was on the tip of my tongue. I could never remember it though.
We now shift to another scene altogether. This is more of an oval track race like nascar but with souped up pick ups and other suvs. The damn car gets stolen on the night of the race so this chick (cute chick if I recall correctly) and I are going around looking for the car and find out that the damn thing was stolen by the drivers coked out ex girlfriend. We get it back easily enough and return it to him who by now is super duper pissed off. Off he goes charging into the race (which has already begun) and drives with absolutely no fear. He wins of course and in the midst of our celebrations and preparation the next night for the race, the damn car gets stolen again! This cute chick and myself find ourselves in a parking lot arguing with some guys when she suddenly grabs this guy's keys and we hop into his corvette and jet outta there with them going ape shit in the parking lot. I should mention that I took a pill (not sure what it was) earlier and by now am tripping like crazy. I remember feeling just how heavy and powerful the car was but also how everything around me was moving in very quick jerky motions. She managed to ram into a few fences and road cones before we got to the same spot we found the car the night before. The dumb bitch had stolen the car again and was in a small cafe eating with her boyfriend. As soon as we walk in, she simply hands the keys over to us. I realize that any threats or screams won't work coz she is simply too coked out to know what's going on. She says "I can take this car anytime I want" as we walk out. The next thing i know I am apologizing to the cute chick in the car for thinking she stole the car which was strange coz I never thought such a thing. My alarm then wakes me as she is forgiving me which kinda sucked as I'm sure there would be a make up make out session or something.... ah well.
The prize turned out to be this amazing buffet of fruits and vegetables! The space was the size of damn supermarket, I mean it was huuuuuge! There were tables and shelves all over the places just stocked with any fruit or veggie you could imagine. Next thing I know there are people all over the place just chowing down. I ate my fill but spent the whole time trying to remember a word I know for 'buffet'. The funny thing is that the word has two letter q's in it and I believe there is no word for buffet like that but I was convinced there was a word and that it was on the tip of my tongue. I could never remember it though.
We now shift to another scene altogether. This is more of an oval track race like nascar but with souped up pick ups and other suvs. The damn car gets stolen on the night of the race so this chick (cute chick if I recall correctly) and I are going around looking for the car and find out that the damn thing was stolen by the drivers coked out ex girlfriend. We get it back easily enough and return it to him who by now is super duper pissed off. Off he goes charging into the race (which has already begun) and drives with absolutely no fear. He wins of course and in the midst of our celebrations and preparation the next night for the race, the damn car gets stolen again! This cute chick and myself find ourselves in a parking lot arguing with some guys when she suddenly grabs this guy's keys and we hop into his corvette and jet outta there with them going ape shit in the parking lot. I should mention that I took a pill (not sure what it was) earlier and by now am tripping like crazy. I remember feeling just how heavy and powerful the car was but also how everything around me was moving in very quick jerky motions. She managed to ram into a few fences and road cones before we got to the same spot we found the car the night before. The dumb bitch had stolen the car again and was in a small cafe eating with her boyfriend. As soon as we walk in, she simply hands the keys over to us. I realize that any threats or screams won't work coz she is simply too coked out to know what's going on. She says "I can take this car anytime I want" as we walk out. The next thing i know I am apologizing to the cute chick in the car for thinking she stole the car which was strange coz I never thought such a thing. My alarm then wakes me as she is forgiving me which kinda sucked as I'm sure there would be a make up make out session or something.... ah well.
Thursday, May 25, 2006
On the way to church...
It seemed to be a normal enough trip. After all, we were only going to go to the Infant Jesus Shrine in Bangalore, and though it's a little out of the way it is still very much within city limits. So, my aunt, my mother and I left the house at the specified time. The idea was to beat the crowd and get in and out before the mass of human flesh accumulated, as did the metallic sea of vehicles outside.
We were aiming to leave the house at 7 am, and I distinctly remember double-checking with my aunt about this. But no problems here, as we walked out of the gate with five minutes to spare.
However, the first sign of trouble began when we tried to catch an auto to our destination. We must've asked 20-30 autorickshaws before one guy finally decided to give us a lift...as it often seems in such situations. Then, the scene suddenly shifted to somewhere closer to where I work.
This next scene found the three of us on the road and again trying to catch an auto. This time around, or in Scene 2 as I like to call it, it was raining cats and dogs! There were times when we were on the side of the road, and then there were other times when we were near the divider getting water splashed on us by passing vehicles. It was pitiable! No one was stopping and it was a hopeless effort entirely. Still, and for some strange reason, none of us mentioned trying to turn back and getting home before it was too late. But it was written all over our faces as we stood there soaked to the bone.
At this point, I opened my eyes and checked the clock to find that it was 5 am. The rest? Well, the rest is reality...
We were aiming to leave the house at 7 am, and I distinctly remember double-checking with my aunt about this. But no problems here, as we walked out of the gate with five minutes to spare.
However, the first sign of trouble began when we tried to catch an auto to our destination. We must've asked 20-30 autorickshaws before one guy finally decided to give us a lift...as it often seems in such situations. Then, the scene suddenly shifted to somewhere closer to where I work.
This next scene found the three of us on the road and again trying to catch an auto. This time around, or in Scene 2 as I like to call it, it was raining cats and dogs! There were times when we were on the side of the road, and then there were other times when we were near the divider getting water splashed on us by passing vehicles. It was pitiable! No one was stopping and it was a hopeless effort entirely. Still, and for some strange reason, none of us mentioned trying to turn back and getting home before it was too late. But it was written all over our faces as we stood there soaked to the bone.
At this point, I opened my eyes and checked the clock to find that it was 5 am. The rest? Well, the rest is reality...
Wednesday, May 24, 2006
Dr. Evil
Damn! The longer I go through the day, the harder it is to remember details of the dreams I had. I kept repeating to myself all morning, "You dreamt of Dr. Evil, you dreamt of Dr. Evil" so I wouldn't forget the whole thing entirely. Here's the gist of the story.
Dr. Evil was doing his usual business of taking over the world, or holding the world to ransom or some shit like that, and for some reason he had me on his most wanted list. Like the hero that I am, (or zero? I forget which one) I decide that the best place to hide is right under his very nose, so I infiltrate his base and pose as one of his workers. He had these two small ass ugly dogs, that serve no other purpose than to annoy everybody with the shrill barking and stupid behaviour. They kept coming up to me and sniffing away and growling but luckily nobody paid them any mind. I even bumped in Dr. Evil himself on a couple occasions going from one place to another and even though he looked right at me, he never recognised who I was.
By this time, they have found my place and ransacked it etc. I happen to see one of his footsoldiers walking by with my Army Men pc game cd. I remember thinking, "what the f*#@??" I followed the fool to a room and observed about 8 people playing army men on computers! It was strange and the one thing that stood out was the size of the damn monitors! I kept saying, "damn, I need to get me one of those!!"
Next thing I find myself at a banquet thrown by Dr. Evil for his peeps. All of is sitting on one looooooong as dining table with Dr. Evil of course in the middle and myself about 6 people down. At this point i was close to freaking out coz his damn dogs were again sniffing around me and he just kept staring at me.
Wakey wakey!!! That's all she wrote folks.
Dr. Evil was doing his usual business of taking over the world, or holding the world to ransom or some shit like that, and for some reason he had me on his most wanted list. Like the hero that I am, (or zero? I forget which one) I decide that the best place to hide is right under his very nose, so I infiltrate his base and pose as one of his workers. He had these two small ass ugly dogs, that serve no other purpose than to annoy everybody with the shrill barking and stupid behaviour. They kept coming up to me and sniffing away and growling but luckily nobody paid them any mind. I even bumped in Dr. Evil himself on a couple occasions going from one place to another and even though he looked right at me, he never recognised who I was.
By this time, they have found my place and ransacked it etc. I happen to see one of his footsoldiers walking by with my Army Men pc game cd. I remember thinking, "what the f*#@??" I followed the fool to a room and observed about 8 people playing army men on computers! It was strange and the one thing that stood out was the size of the damn monitors! I kept saying, "damn, I need to get me one of those!!"
Next thing I find myself at a banquet thrown by Dr. Evil for his peeps. All of is sitting on one looooooong as dining table with Dr. Evil of course in the middle and myself about 6 people down. At this point i was close to freaking out coz his damn dogs were again sniffing around me and he just kept staring at me.
Wakey wakey!!! That's all she wrote folks.
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