3rd March Late Morning

I saw myself at a shop where I was buying fruits. I was to give a demonstration on how to make fruit salad or some fruit dish. I stood there trying to decide which fruits to buy. I took a lot of things into consideration, like the ease of cutting the fruit and laying it in the assortment, the shape in which I'll cut it will that look good, etc. I saw myself imagining cutting slices of apple, pineapple and pieces of watermelon and other fruits and laying it properly for display.
I think this dream was fusion of two things: first being that I was supposed to present a poster in R&D showcase at IIIT-H the next day, that I didn't do eventually, second being that in Capital IQ in cafetaria floor we get assorted fruits in a plastic bowl for one snacks coupon and all fruits I saw in my dream were amongst those fruits only.
So while I was deciding on which fruits to buy, my friends who had been waiting for me while sitting inside that shop on a bench (atul, rishi, sachin etc.) got irritated and started shouting at me to quickly make my choice. Suddenly I got a call from Lakshman (the DB team manager). It seemed like a conference call. I 'hello'ed a few times but nobody responded while I heard them discussing something amongst themselves. I cut the call. Then I saw my father come to that shop, buy some fruits and without even noticing my presence walked away. It was as if I didn't exist!
Next moment I saw myself faintly waking up in my bed. I heard Rishi, Atul and others walk into the house, and Rishi commenting, "Sainu has become very careless. He bought the fruits but didn't bring it home. I think he needs help. Please take care of him."

1st January 2012 Late Morning

We were at this place, a resort maybe. I could see that I was with my colleagues from office, the technology team. It seemed like a harmless team outing. We had few events and the place itself was exotic!
Suddenly they told few of us standing in a group that some person in our team was taken down. One of the DBAs surprisingly produced a gun and handed it over to me. Few of us who were standing near the bar were seemingly cornered by them. My seniors started retaliating to their shots. Maybe they ran out of bullets or something but I was perhaps the only one left to fight them off, and they were three. I was hiding behind a crystal closet. They urged me to start firing back. I gathered some courage and started shooting. They fired back. I felt a certain pain in my arm and realized that I got a flesh wound as a bullet fizzled past my arm. Once I tasted the bullet, I somehow didn't feel afraid. I didn't hide back behind the crystal closet. I stood up, walked out and shot one of them in the head, during this time constantly feeling that some bullet will be flying in my direction and ready to make a hole in my chest or my head. The other one I couldn't aim properly so he got a bullet in his arm. The third one was taken care of by my senior.
I just stood there, exasperated. Some people came and praised me for my accomplishment. I was feeling thrilled and the bullet wound felt like a medal of honor! I had this feeling that some of them were not convinced it was me because they'd not seen this in person. Two of my office friends who drive bikes really fast decided to give me a ride. I sat behind the taller one in a bullet. At the end of the kaccha road, he took a swift turning, hoping to see some reaction from me but I was holding the bike to keep my balance, but didn't feel scared. He started speeding up and it looked like he'd take a sudden turn at the main road too, so I jumped off his high speeding bike and landed on my four legs. I felt this animal strength in me and quick reflexes. To the other friend coming from behind on his bike, I pretended that I was still scared of speed and asked him to drive slower.
I saw her walking out of her yatch with her mother. I guess she heard about the bullet wound and tried to make sure I was alright. I asked her not to worry, but I was quite surprised to see that I felt taller than before, especially when I wrapped my arm around her while we were walking and talking.

5th Nov 2011, Late Morning

I saw myself in a war like situation. We were continuously being attacked from the other side while we were trying to hold our posts. We fired back few times but then we had ran out of ammunition. I started searching for knives or such sharp objects to readily attack in case the enemies infiltrated into our area. After few minutes, few enemy men did infiltrate and managed to slip in through our first line of defense by wounding our soldiers. I was ready for them with firmly holding the dagger pointing towards the entrance. Few men entered, and I expected them to fire at me. Instead they looked around, then asked me, "Have you ran out of ammunition".
"Yes", I said.
Next thing I remember we were all sitting together, the enemies and us, in a long hall on a long table, having dinner, and having friendly conversations.

I was in this boutique store. I didn't find it odd that I was there but I couldn't remember why. So I left that store, walked through many corridors in that mall (or was it a 5+ star hotel). At one place, a diner maybe, I saw this girl who was my classmate in 11th/12th and she was sitting at her table, alone. I entered the diner, walked up to her, and introduced myself. We talked for few minutes but she didn't seem interested enough to continue the conversation. Suddenly it was like an army of men with swords, daggers etc. and shields entered the diner, shouting with anger. Few people who were sitting there ran for their lives. Suddenly my frame of reference changed and I became an observer, and my character became Jackie Chan! I thought that he being the Jackie Chan, wouldn't give up without a fight. There was this white curtain and then the rest of diner was visible. I saw everybody, even my school friend (who was perhaps the last to escape) run out but not Jackie Chan. I saw a glimpse of him but then I think he went back to fight them. Sadly, I then saw the left half of his face was badly bruised but he was still fighting. I saw them lifting him up and taking him away. Next scene I saw him again, in his tuxedo, sitting at the same table beside that classmate of mine and starting a conversation. Was this a Deja Vu, or a local time loop? Or that if one is destroyed, another one is created almost instantaneously to replace him?

4th February 2011, Early Morning

I saw myself with some of my comrades/batchmates. We were in a dark room with light streaming in from a distant source of white light. We had lit something like a lantern and discussing ways we could do robbery efficiently without anyone noticing. I suggested we use the number system and rob some money from the financial transactions happening on the internet. Many didn't understand, others didn't believe me but we worked out a plan and executed it. The basic idea was to hide information in those digits in the long numbers which had holes or loops in them, which are 6, 8, 9, 0. Our code was 0889. The information was safely hidden in the holes and transferred to our machines. Each two of us had to share a bed that night. Few hours later we were woken up by torch lights and we had to leave. From under the bed I took my machine which had helped us do the digital robbery! Dandu was still skeptical but I asked him to wait till the dawn.
Outside that resthouse was chaos. We had a plan to escape but we were stuck at that place for now. It wasn't our place, it wasn't even our country. In a foreign land which looked quite like our homeland, we were running on the street, our hearts filled with fear and uncertainty. I saw one of my comrade who was lagging behind earlier, now riding in a jeep like vehicle and swooshed by us from behind. We waved at him and shouted for lift. But I guess the vehicle was full or people were too eager to find a safe shelter.
Towards the corner at the end of the downward road was a place, a university perhaps, where we were to come the next morning. There were three of us and we were standing outside the gate. It felt as if we were standing outside our own hostel and desperately wanted to get into our respective hostel rooms and get a good night sleep! Suddenly an old acquaintance, a jolly person, came to us on his scooter and offered us a ride. Since there were three of us, he asked me and my friend to take the scooter while he took the third guy from our group and reminded him that his hostel was quite near the main gate, and that they lived in the same hostel.
My friend and I couldn't go very far into the campus on that scooter.
It was past midnight but there was humongous gathering of people with torches and sticks. Hue and cry was rampant. It was only when I turned to my back, on left I saw an old building that housed government office was being burnt and realized that the torches were actually being used. We were forced to get off the scooter. One of the older man in his late 40s who looked like their leader caught me and thrust a torch into my hands, and looked into my eyes, expecting me to participate as well. Usually I'd play along and when others got busy with other things, I'd leave. But this time I bluntly refused to comply. He shook me violently and pushed me to my knees. A teenage kid, probably in his late teens, pointed a gun at me, which was fully covered with some cloth to hide it perhaps (don't know why!). The older man told me that since I won't participate, I am of no use so I must be killed. The teenage kid looked at their holy place, a temple, a synagogue, a mosque, or a church... I don't remember which one, and said that in the name of whosoever I believe as my God, I should kill myself. At that moment I shouted so loud that I woke up. I didn't shout in reality, and I didn't even open my eyes but realized that it was just a dream, and tried getting back to that dream, but couldn't. My shout was filled with agitation, fear and pain. I could feel those emotions for sometime even after I had completely woken up!
Why would they expect me to participate in their protests? Did they mistake me for one of their citizens?

22nd Nov 2010 Early Morning

I saw myself in a seven star cruise ship, at dinner time with candle lights, bulbs, chandeliers etc. I saw myself talking to a lot of high profile people, one at a time. We had a meal in person and I ordered something for every date. When the time ran out, I excused myself and went to another table to meet the next person. Eventually, the party was over for me when I had met everyone I had to. From among the last set of people I met, a girl came over to me, poked me on the arm and asked me if I wanted to hang out, and I replied, "Let me get my food first."
The thing is that I had some leftovers after meeting every person and I wanted to go back to those tables and finish them. But the place had closed down for the night and the cleaners had begun their work. I couldn't find my leftovers, and I was still hungry. I walked up to the end of the ship to the small hall facing the ocean which had a long table with some leftovers. I started scavenging for untouched food among them. The cleaner approached me and asked me to stop doing that but a lady asked the cleaner to allow me to continue.

2nd Nov 2011 Late Morning

I saw myself backstage, few minutes before my speech or announcement but a stage presence nonetheless. I was nervous, but quite excited. Some people looked at me, few of the onstage ones also, as I frantically went through my speech. Maybe it were the large audience, the bright stage lighting or both that made me feel overwhelmed about the whole situation.
Next I saw myself in a pool of crystal clear blue water. I was swimming and keeping away from sharks which were sharing the pool. The pool was small in size but when a person is in the pool, the person shrinks perhaps because the pool seems much bigger. I was in the pool, preparing for my speech when a shark advanced towards me with its open mouth and large, uneven knife-like teeth. I swam for my life, and did a rookie mistake. I went deeper into the pool. I got myself a much needed push from the pool floor (which was all soil and tiny water plants) and heaved myself upwards, but the shark was prepared to block my way. I lost most of my momentum while changing direction away from the shark. To my relief, Inderjeet came to my rescue. He knew how to deal with the sharks and helped me out of the pool. As we both sat staring at the tiny sharks in the pool, I thanked him. He said that we're trained among the sharks to improve our public speaking skills so that stage feels much less scary.
I was at my house, with my mother and sister (I think) and few other kids. I wanted to have bath but couldn't because of cloudy weather. I was waiting for the weather to change but my wait had been too long so I had to take a bath asap. I looked at the mirror to check my hairline. I was scared when I saw that my hairline had reduced almost a centimeter since the last time I had taken a bath.

9th Sept 2010 Late Morning

I saw myself traveling in a bus. There was this school friend of mine sitting behind me with whom I was talking and a guy in one of the backseats moved his lips to say that my friend was really pretty and showed me a thumbs up. I moved my lips to say, I know and smiled. Later, I got down with my friend at her stop near her house instead. While walking to her house, I took her hand in mine and to make conversation I suggested she don't bite her nails because fingers don't look good with bitten nails. Yeah, the guy in the backseat successfully made me feel conscious in her presence.
After leaving my friend at her house, I decided to walk back home because I guessed by time taken in my regular ride of the bus that my house won't be more than two kilometers from there. In a few seconds, I realized I had no idea which direction to take. I recalled the direction bus takes and walked in that direction. A few minutes later I found myself in a completely different locality with differently colored tall buildings. I was enjoying the experience. I kept on walking for half an hour in various army cantonment colonies and felt as if I had visited different states or countries. Tired and eager to get home asap, I decided to take help when I saw the army jawans on the gate of one of the colonies. When I asked one of them the direction to my house, he showed his palm and asked for Rs. 2 as charges. I was surprised, and amused. As I stood there looking at him, he lowered his charges to Rs. 1, then added that had I given him Rs. 2, he'd have given Rs. 1 to his partner, and pointed at his partner who was looking out towards the gate.
I think I might have given him Rs. 2 and he'd have given me the directions to my house.