29th July 2010 Late Morning

I saw myself trying to race my toy car by pushing it with a lot of energy. Sadly I couldn't generate much speed. There was this other guy who kept on telling me that my car was much faster than that but I wouldn't believe him. Few hours later I discovered it for myself that he was telling the truth. All I had to do was rewind my car, as in push it back on the ground and leave it, and gently release it from my grip and see it zooming to the other end of the room. Interestingly enough, it bounced back from the opposite wall, and then the wall behind me, and then the opposite wall so as to make four lapses with just one rewind!

Moral: Sometimes you must get back to basics, you must listen to the other person who has more experience.

I saw one of my friend's middle name was "Niranjan", it was inscribed on a metal sheet on some memento or trophy in his room and hence his name abbreviated to ANS.

16th June 2010 Early Morning

I saw myself in a group of few guys and girls going to some isolated, deserted place. The girls seemed excited after reaching the location. It looked like a photoshoot and the girls were the models I guess. I am not sure why I was there but there was this other guy who was a photographer. After a brief session, two older men came to that photographer and whispered in his ear. They turned and looked at me. Next thing I remember seeing two of the girls lying shot dead and the lead actress standing and trembling in fear. The older men pushed the revolver at me and forced me to shoot that lady. I refused. They threatened me that they'd kill me if I didn't obey them. I refused, fully understanding the risks but also aware that they'd kill me anyways (a situation akin to that in the movie 'Nick of Time' which I watched few days back). I was nervous but not scared of them. The photographer guy didn't look comfortable. The actress was continuously gazing at that guy, perhaps wanting to ask him, "why?".
Next thing I saw myself lying on the awkward stony floor of a completely wrecked room with some wall still left around it. I was lying with my head down. I remember seeing a wall on both sides and then looking up and seeing that photographer guy pointing the revolver at me. I looked down again, well aware that I'd be shot dead anytime. I wanted to indicate at the top of my head with my index finger so that the guy shoots me there but I guess I was numb with fear. I quickly tried to recall all the important things in my life, but to my embarrassment could only recall the TV show characters like That 70s Show etc. I focused hard and recalled my father, my mother and my sister, visualizing each of them giving me a kiss and a beautiful smile. After that my mind started recalling the TV shows again. :(
I heard the gunshot and for a second felt like the top of my head had exploded but that was my imagination. I was not shot at, I was still alive. Cautiously, I looked up and saw the photographer guy on the floor, bleeding from his head. Apparently he had killed himself. I guess he couldn't take it anymore. I grabbed his revolver in my handkerchief and started running away from there.
My efforts at running were similar to the end scene in the movie "Ferris Bueller's Day Off" in which Ferris runs hard and a for long time to reach his house from his girlfriend's house before either of his parents could reach the house. I was running for my life. I ran through a wild patch of land, then through a small town and then through an urban settlement. I happened to gaze into one of the houses which had a glass door and was well lit from inside, and saw my father talking to some other man in there. I banged at the glass door hard enough for them to hear me and take me in.
My father was concerned and asked me about the situation. I tried to tell him but was gasping and struggling to breathe in properly. My father introduced me to the other man who was probably his senior because my father addressed him as "sir". Strangely enough he told him that I was from the batch of '97 or perhaps he was talking about someone else but he was definitely talking about some defense force academy student. I recalled that I did my 10th in year 2003 and 12th in year 2005 and am in college. Near death experience does make one remember one's past really quickly!
It was dusk. My father took me outside in the backyard which was covered with grass and had a high hedge, strangely covered with the certificates of many cadets. I wanted to ask my father about reason of his presence there but didn't. I took him into a dark corner, away from the sight of that other man and started telling him about the situation. After what I experienced, I couldn't trust any stranger anymore!
A few minutes later, after all the explanations, my father promised me that he'd find help for me and others but as we turned and started walking back into the house, I saw one of the older men walking out of the house and turning at us, pointing a pistol/revolver at us. I was in front, so I turned back, took my father and ducked back in the darkness. After a few seconds, I plunged out of the darkness, kicked his arm holding the revolver with my knee and then knocked him out. At that moment itself, it was the other older man who was standing in front of us, pointing his revolver at us. This time, either my father or I got shot in the arm. This man was physically stronger than the previous one and I found it hard to hold his arm with the revolver and struggle with him. My father joined in and we disarmed him.
Funny thing happened after that. The man inside the house and I were comparing our biceps and arm size, in front of a mirror and clearly his were far more superior, and reminded me of Bob's (from That 70s Show) thick arms. I was smiling into the mirror and at my relatively fragile physique.

3rd June 2010 Early Morning

Many of my friends, batchmates and some strangers were beating me, hitting me. I didn't understand why, but I do know that whenever I went outside my house, they attacked me. Later they started attacking me even in my lawn! And eventually inside the house too. Apparently I had been staying alone because my parents and sister were probably somewhere else. Hence, I had to sneak into my own house most of the times! Eventually I started staying in someone else's house, a friend's house I think. They came there as well, so I had to escape so that they follow me and not harm my friend.
I did see that I was not the only one being beaten up. After being beaten, I felt tired but didn't feel much of pain. After a few beatings, I decided to train myself and beat them back when I'm ready. Their beatings made me stronger, and I exercised and practiced. At a grand party/ceremony, all the people who beat me were sitting on either side of me in a long row at a long table. We were having dinner. They started hitting me now and then, I was feeling angry and I decided to retaliate. Within a few minutes, all those guys were lying on the floor, groaning in pain!

26th May 2010 Early Morning

I saw myself at my uncle's house. I saw myself meeting Renu aunty in the kitchen. I touched her feet and she hugged me and seemed happy to have me at her house. I didn't meet uncle I think. I am certain my father was there but not sure about my mother and sister, even though I feel they were there! I saw daadi sitting in a chair in front of a table. I guess her walking stick was standing beside her. I didn't know how to meet her as I was surprised to find here there. Initially we just nodded our face and smiled at each other but finally I went to her, touched her feet and I think she was happy to see me.
I remember getting out of a military convoy vehicle. There were fold-able thin set of steps to be used while getting down and out of the vehicle. I got down from it, then offered my father a hand but he said he was alright, then some other man got down after him, I guess he was a friend or a relative. My father beckoned me to help him get down. I offered to hold his two hands, he put his hands into mine and I tried to take all his weight on me while he stepped down those shaky set of steps.
At a railway station, I got into an argument with some railway workers. I could see the yellow stone board which has name of the railway station but couldn't see the name. Those people were praising some guy who called himself 'Warren Buffet' and said they respect him a lot and are willing to die for him. I told them that the guy they met was probably a phony as the real Warren Buffet was probably somewhere else. They became furious and threatened to kill me if I said another word. I left.
Later I saw that phony guy in common man's clothes on the asbestos rooftop of railway platform. It was early morning or late evening. I realized he had a plan. He appeared in front of the railway workers and started abusing/accusing that 'Warren Buffet'. Those railway workers got angry and were about to hit him when he revealed that it was him, he was the phony 'Warren Buffet' but wearing neat and classy upper class suit and tie. Feeling cheated, those workers ran after him, few managed to hurt him from a distance. I didn't involve myself in his business but observed the event.
Later, I saw myself at a hospital. I could smell the anesthesia. I saw that phony guy there, waiting for his turn to get treated for the wounds. As soon as he entered the room, he saw another patient, who was probably a railway worker because he struggled to get up but because of severe wounds couldn't. It was as if he was tied to the bed with thin threads/strands that he could break but doesn't feel strong enough to. He probably wasn't there at the station when this guy revealed the truth, but others might have informed him about it when they came to meet him. This phony guy, sensing danger, just left the hospital. Looking at that event through an ajar door made me forgot why I was in the hospital!

30th April 2010 Late Morning

I saw myself at a conference with almost all my friends and batchmates. The talks and presentations were  being held at a grand hall. We were given the conference program and details at the start of the conference at the registration desk. We were sitting in the front rows of the second set of seats from the stage.
Some person had created his own self in a machine. I saw them carry the lookalike of that person which was sitting in a cardboard box and the box was being carried. The lookalike machine was programmed so that it could make a conversation and keep it up. It gave exactly the same responses (verbatim) which the researcher would have given.
I might have gone to wash my face or to the loo but when I came back, I saw none of my friends at our sitting place but others. I looked around, then at the stage where the speaker was. There, around a big table, on the chairs, were sitting all my friends and batchmates. I saw them talking and chatting with that machine. I felt rather left out and neglected. In a sulky mood, I sat on one of the chairs in the second set of seats and stared at the screens which showed the action on stage to people sitting rather away from the stage to hear anything.
That night, we were moving around the town in a jeep. We all had stuffed ourselves in the jeep. The town closed early everyday and had many unfinished or broken shops, narrow streets through which the jeep barely came through. Yeah, daddu was driving the jeep! Although dood fought hard to take the control of the wheel!
Next morning while walking the corridor of our place of stay to leave for the conference, I met an acquaintance on the way. She told me about the dream she had last night and asked me if I had such dreams. I said, her dream was quite interesting and that I had such dreams many times.

29th April 2010 Late Morning

I saw myself with my parents and sister, all dressed up for a party and walking into this large hall with few long tables neatly covered with red cloth, in the center and chairs all around the hall, by the walls. Few families were there but clearly all the men were higher officials. Although I felt out of place among them, I did feel after a while that I was smarter than many there.
The ambiance was great. The grand hall was well lit; there was a chandelier in the center, I guess. The big silver wares for each food dish and the cutlery felt upper class. One side of the hall had a small door that led straight to the kitchen, the other door led to the bar. The opposite side of the hall had a small lobby which faced the glass door that led straight to a green and well lit park, with fountain and grass and flowers and shrubs, and benches to sit on. All the kids were playing outside in the park when we entered the grand hall.

While in line for dinner, I filled my plate completely. For some more space, I took another plate, a smaller one and put the dessert, gulab jamun, into it. I smiled as I managed to put the gulab jamun into the smaller plate I was holding with my left hand. I then thought, how's this possible. I looked behind my back at others who were staring at me. I looked down and saw the main plate with all the food fallen on the carpeted floor. I was expecting lots of food on the carpet and my shoes but there wasn't food at all, only that big white plate, unbroken. I silently had my dessert, then helped serve the other dessert, which looked like gulab jamuns, but were oblong in shape.
Later at home, I was frustrated for not being able to even take care of my plate of food. My mother consoled me and said she'd make something for me, but I asked her not to bother.

26th April 2010 Late Morning

I saw myself traveling in train but this time I was responsible for all the others traveling with me. Almost all of them were my juniors from college. We just managed to get in the train before it left. Some were sitting on their luggage, some where standing. It looked as if we were in the general compartment but the compartment wasn't really crowded. The train and the platforms etc. looked like in the times before our national independence (early 20th century). Roughage, chaff etc. was lying on the other side of the compartment. We were chatting and laughing.
We got ready to get down. We were at that place for some reason. While keeping our luggage at the entrance of the bogie, we found one of our suitcases missing. I couldn't remember if we had that suitcase with us in the first place. I called one of my juniors (either Akshat or Neeraj) back in college to ask him if we had taken that suitcase for the journey. He said how could I expect him to know that! Of course, stupid of me! I made a few more calls but all in vain. Later I saw myself alone at the station, late at night, waiting for a passenger train to come.

I saw my parents, sister and me outside a temple. We had traveled in a jeep to visit that temple. We had a lot of luggage in the jeep and jeep's backdoor wouldn't close. So my father took the wheel, applied the reverse gear and parked the jeep touching the outer wall of the temple. He did it so smoothly that the backlights were unaffected.