Wacky Dreams Collection Volume 1

1. I saw myself pleading to Atul and Prashant that they teach me for an exam. I did so for a few hours till 8 am. When I started to study for the exam, I looked at my watch and the time is 8:20 am, 10 minutes before exam. I lost my temper, and started hitting Atul. Atul hit back, playfully at first but when he saw that I wasn't fooling around, he got serious too. Meanwhile, Prashant slips away for exam I guess. We sparred for few minutes, landed few blows on each other and finally we were on the floor, bleeding. I then saw us on the hospital bed. My plan worked... we gave the exam later. :D :P

2. This was during morning time in bus from Pune to Hyderabad: I saw them transfer some plants to main field. One of the plants couldn't stand in its water filled space and its shoot got submerged in water. In my attempt to help, I pulled it out and put it straight when no one else dared to touch it. Something from the plant stuck to my fingertips and it had teeth. It bit me. :( (although I think I did wake up because of the bite, not sure though!)

3. 3rd Feb 2010 early morning: I saw a lady sitting in front of her dressing table looking in the tall oval mirror. Suddenly her groom comes into the room who looks like a zombie. The zombie attacks her and after initial struggle, tears off her left hand and part of her right hand. She bleeds and shrieks in pain. Her would be mother-in-law comes into the tent room. The groom zombie rushes out of the tent room and into the woods. The bride goes after him, concerned. The would be mother-in-law goes after them, then stops the bride and says, "Oh, you look so beautiful for the wedding!"

4. 20th March 2010 early morning: I was dying. I had a disease that the doctor did know about but he said he could never understand the nature of that disease and that disease always puzzled him. He said that a cure does exist, he gives me a prescription for the medicine but says that medicine would take few months to arrive, and I might be dead before the medicine arrived. I saw myself sitting alone in my house and prescription in my hand, with dim natural light streaming in from the open door on my left side.

One of my female friends asked me about my perturbed state of mind. I told her everything. She asked me to be hopeful and that everything would be alright. I wanted to believe her, but couldn't.

8th February 2010 Late Morning

I saw myself making a trip to some weird city. They had spacious toilet space like big halls. Some relative of mine, an uncle or a cousin, and I with backpacks on them, traveled to that city on foot, on bike, and train or some public transport. I also saw us jumping from one floating (in air) particle to other during last few hundred meters away from the city. We got very strange reception from the city and its people. The people talked rudely to us and to each other even when they didn't seem so. I observed that the city was mostly deserted and I remember mostly finding the cleaners in the city, cleaning I wonder what!

I remember packing for the same trip, a week later, deciding on clothes and accessories. The second trip was also to be a two day stay there. I saw my father talking to me about the trip and how he appreciated that I was helping out the family! (This dream was probably inspired by Arrested Development, a TV show whose finale I finished watching yesterday night.)

7th Feb 2010 Early Morning

I saw myself as a warrior from a different era because many men dressed as warriors from Spartan's era visited me and convinced me to return, realize my roots and destiny. I remember one of the men saying, "You are destined to be a warrior, what are you even doing here?" looking down upon the work I did.

I was an employee in a corporation. :D On insistence of my colleagues, I tried drinking and smoking after initial hesitation. I didn't feel any beginner's discomfort. The first puff of smoke from my lungs was liberating and whiskey was so smooth! Everyone was surprised!

Later at home, I heard my father talking about whiskey. I realized that my parents had asked me never to drink or smoke. Innocently, I asked father more about whiskey and how it tastes. He seemed to like whiskey and praised it, but didn't offer me a chance to drink! :P

I saw myself as a kid, in a large area surrounded by net. My friends and I were waiting for the boxing training when we all got an option to do attend something else instead, which was something silly and quite boring, but harmless! I just got up and walked out of the net and joined the queue for the other activity. My good friend looked at me, surprised (Arpit Khasgiwala, I think). Some distance from the net, I looked back and saw my friends and others sitting on the sand area lighted from top and surrounded by net. I realized I was leaving behind my great chance of learning how to fight and endure pain. I left the queue, jogged back to the net. My friend saw me, knew my concerns, punched me hard in the face. I fell back on the sand, my nose bleeding a little and my head still confused.

"Welcome back!" he said, offered his hand. I grabbed it and he pulled me up. Maybe he was my friend who later convinced me to return and embrace my destiny of a warrior! :D

25th September 2009 Early Morning

I think I was a pirate, or a merchant/sailor, I can't seem to recall what!
But I remember myself on the deck and sailing... long months at the sea, sailing, partying, confronting minor glitches etc. and occasional fights with another team. I returned home after almost a year and loved my welcome! My parents were so affectionate I was loving every moment of it.
I saw myself wake up in my room (was the previous paragraph a description of a dream in a dream?) and see bright daylight glisten my glass windows. I look at the time, 3 am. I walk out of the room and witness broad daylight. Surprisingly it was so bright that shadows were not clearly visible. I saw Asrar walking towards his room, the room adjacent to mine, and I asked him what time it was, and he said 3 am. He had no clue about the broad daylight phenomenon and suggested I not get perturbed by it. I saw the janitors and others walking in the corridor, asking for money on the occasion of a festival, Eid or Dussehra, don't remember. I took out a Rs. 50/- note and said I didn't have change (cheap, I know. :( ). They replied that it was alright and left. :(
To my biggest surprise, after few minutes the brightness disappeared and it was dark again. It was like the anti solar eclipse phenomenon, or it could have been a supernova!

17th August 2009, Early Morning

I saw myself in a train, a train that won't stop. Everyone was afraid, certain that the end of life was close now. I was one of them, uncertain, and helpless. All I remember was someone calling me while I sat among others, doing nothing. I simply got up, followed him, and it was like, "I came, I saw and I conquered" type situation. I saw the problem (had been eyeing it from a distance for sometime now but was even unable to figure out the nature of the problem), and voila, I could see the problem clearly for the first time. I made a few suggestions which were reluctantly tried and, they worked!
While the people celebrated as the train slowed and stopped eventually, I walked away to the back end of the train, then got down as the train stopped. The tracks ran through a barren region with plain lands and wild vegetation, and hillocks scattered here and there.

I saw myself walking into an old stone cave which extended underneath. Glad to see a teenager from the train, and he recognized me, we exchanged greetings and I walked beside him and his parents as we entered the cave. They somehow knew the way into the cave and the way out, and after a few minutes into the cave, I saw many other people, men and women (weird looking though), some with their children, coming from somewhere inside while we walked further into the cave. The cave seemed to expand in space the more we went inside. The center of the cave had some old architectural place akin a temple and I saw people giving away offerings and touching the walls of the temple.
I felt scared for a moment, which aggravated as I looked at the men and women coming from the temple... they looked scary. I turned the other way and walked briskly towards the cave opening, which was still in sight. Only a few steps away from the gate, I stopped. I turned back and wondered, would I always let my fears control me, inhibit me from exploring what could be larger than life experience? I realized that I was an adult now, all my childhood my fear stopped me, not anymore. And I didn't want to die in regret, so with a resolved will, I walked back to the temple.
Back in city, my friend Atul and others attended some seminar or talk or something (probably their convocation!) and Atul exclaimed he wish he had done MBA, or he had done this or that, instead of his current job. I was surprised to hear that because he has a comfortable income.

31st July 2009

I saw myself in a possession of a treasure which had been hidden since very long ago. I had just returned from a long trip to a place with snow-clad mountains and cable-car rides. The cold didn't seem to bother me the way it usually does. I did feel lazy and didn't want to go out in the cold.
The guest house had glass windows and the scenery outside was completely white. The instance that scared me was the cable-car ride on a descending wire. The cable-car caught up so much speed that I screamed my lungs out when I saw the destination place, and it turned before a possible collision could take place. My father scolded the cable-car guy on the other side.

I decided to auction the items in the box I discovered buried in the snow at the tourist spot. It contained some day to day items used a couple of generations ago. I heard the bully brothers presence outside and hid the box. I was sitting in a small room with a desk, a thatched asbestos roof, brick walls and rusted window sill. They must have seen the light on in this rented room as the younger brother who was more impulsive burst open the ajar door, banged the table with his heavy hands, and asked me for hafta(weekly wage to be given to a bully). As always I could pee in my pants but this time, like few other times in the past, I collected some courage, and refused. I knew what was to come... I was ready to get few blows on myself. But he saw the wooden box, pushed me aside, bent inside the desk and took it out, opened it and started going through the contents. In vain I tried stopping me which made him think it must be something important. He asked me why I was collecting such shit stuff... small rusted medals, rusted blunt blades, few bits of cloth, few worn out keys, few badges, few nuts and bolts etc. His anger elevated to a newer level and I realized my final time had come. But his elder brother called him back, saying they should be near their father. Apparently something worried them.
Next scene, I saw the elder brother talking to his father in his father's room. His father was getting ready to go jogging. Son argues that his father shouldn't put so much physical stress on his body since he was aging, but his father asked him not to be ridiculous and suggested he do some constructive physical exercises himself. The elder son was wise after all, but I guess he failed to realize that his father didn't feel any fatigue no matter how much exercise he did. His father did look surprisingly young to be a father of two 20+ year old sons.
I took the treasure box home, something about it fascinated me. I started searching about the significance of the medals and badges...
Next day the younger bully came to little room, riding on his usual aggression but no anger this time. I couldn't believe his behavior and what he said. He asked me to give the box to him as it belonged to his family. I didn't believe him and refused. He was about to hit me but the elder one asked him to bring me along with the box. I visited their house, met their father. He was a pleasant man, complete contrast to his younger son. He seemed overjoyed to see the box. He said it was their family possession, his father and his brothers who were champions in some game they played, similar to soccer and they were the champions. One season a landslide caused them to loose the game and their father. They lost this box as well. The bully's father then took me indoors and showed me a gigantic machine, cylindrical with many big holes for thick wires to plug-in. Bully's father said to me that they were physically and technically superior species from different planet and played their sport on different terrains of different planets to make the game more interesting and challenging. Their source of energy and strength was destroyed, bully's grandfather tried to save the source but was sucked in himself in the landslide. Bully's father said he still felt guilty of being the one standing closest to father and yet not being able to save him.
The father then faced his elder son, asked him, do you still wonder why, or for that matter you two don't feel tired or fatigue?! He then turned to me and said, "Thank you. You've given me hope. I can now resume my search." For some reason I felt like start of something exciting with people I least expected with.

25th July Morning and Afternoon

Tension could be felt in the corridors of OBH as all the students were busy preparing for their exam. (In reality I have got into this habit of studying with music on, and last night I slept with I-pod still running and earphones in my ears, and when I got sleep, I couldn't feel music entering my ears, and when I woke up, I could feel music entering my ears again, as if music was shut out and brain was resting, or maybe the music was ignored by the brain, as it does to other things happening in the background, except, of course for something loud maybe. My head does feel heavy though!) I saw myself studying with earphones plugged in my ears, but then I saw I was reading lyrics of the song I was listening, only to realize that the exam was on music and songs, and in my college, students have a huge collection of songs, which they do share through DC++ and FTPs. I was quite scared as I had to listen to so many songs and remember their tune, their words etc. I love listening to songs but under such situations, its a punishment. Besides, some students tried old school methods and asked one of their batchmates or coursemates to teach them the songs, which is stupid, one's supposed to listen to the songs, learn the lyrics and give the exam... anyways that coursemate was Himanshu and I saw a top view of his room and him aggressively listening to songs, his hunched back posture in front of his laptop, and also chatting with others, explaining them about the songs and telling them which songs were important !!
At another instance I saw myself with my friends at some city as tourists, though one of my friends had a small wooden house there, by the lakeside. We hung out there during afternoons and strolled on the streets of the city during morning and evening. My father met us after few days and I left with him. While in the process of leaving the city, we took a break and sat a some place, and saw there was some shooting in progress of some TV show. (probably inspired by discussion on Sach Ka Saamna at canteen last night.) I had this desire to be a part of it. Suddenly, and neither my father nor I had observed him coming, came a cameraman and another guy with a mike and asked me a question in Hindi. I asked him to repeat the question once, but I couldn't answer it, my mind went blank. Two minutes before I knew answers to all the questions being asked to the contestants during the shooting. He then asked me another question, then another, all in Hindi and I couldn't answer a single one. I felt dejected.
I patted a dog, a big reddish violet dog, with less fluffy hair. It generally followed me around when I was in my friend's house, he was my friend's dog. That day he didn't come around me in his usual style, but just came to me and stood there with its head down in a dejected manner. I felt like patting it and this time I did... I touched it on its face and then at the back of his head. "Attaboy !!"