Mopeds

I start driving this moped. A little apprehensive at first because i remember falling down once from a bike. then i start driving it with all the confidence in the world. i drive through what looks like ekm streets. Then i reach the end of trichur somehow and i see my uncle and dad in a car waiting for me. they ask me to get in. I fold the bike like this portable kind of thingy. and get into the car. just when we reach the signal i tell my dad that i want to drive the bike back home too. he said yeah okay go take it before the signal becomes green. by the time i take it out, the signal turns green and he whizzes of :(

Im left standing alone in between a million honking cars. Waiting for them to come pick me up.

Then some rain, naresh's shoes, poornima and prem. Lot of people. Mum.

Running.

The whole dream is set in my school. I run away from the corridors. Out into the ground and run the tracks for about 45 min. then i go check the basketball court and i realize its been dug up. I run for sometime more. Crying. Tears streaming down my cheeks. My face glistening in the sun. I figured the best way to let off steam is to run your ass off. Then i go back because i see a few profs staring at me. Im in a towel and a spaghetti by the way. Then when i go back to my 12th E corridor, someone shoves a SMG into my hand and says "Watch out". Then i notice. a couple of masked men entering rooms. Killing mercilessly. Shooting the living daylights out of my friends.I try to shoot but something is wrong with my SMG. i take out some screws and spare parts but it still doesnt work. I decide to ditch it and run. Run like mad. and then my principle notices me and comes to me. Suggests that i should apply for the post of Super Captain. And later i come to know that, we are supposed to by heart a poem from the thirukkural and sing it during the selection process. I then reach home, and my aunt calls me to talk over the phone. I am desperately trying to get my hand on this payasam but calls keep coming. Then rekha, neha, shruthy and me are looking for restaurants to eat at. And then we find this awesome spot called "A". I cant remember the name. But then Rekha sees VegNation. and i beg and plead rekha that that place sucks and we cant go there. finally after alot of convincing, she agrees to go to the other place.

Outlaw Breakout

A major outlaw fight had broken out in this Gotham city kinda place and i was stuck in the middle of it. i had a gun halfway through untill a major jolt made me drop it. oh by the way im stuck in the back of a cab which has been taken by one of the mobsters to flee from the others. And im trying my best to find my gun which is a platinum plated revolver. And it has fallen between the seats and im desperately trying to get it back. The man in front of me looks at me and then gets his eyes back on the road. i duck behind the seats because there's a shower of bullets hitting the car. i suddenly see this man pacing towards me because he wants to shoot me. and just then i get my revolver and shoot him. i fall back into the back seat with my heart in my mouth. reeling from the horror that i just shot someone. then suddenly the cab takes a turn and i realize there is a bald man sitting in front and driving the car. he looks at me and gives me a sly smile. some wierd thought gets into my head and i want to seduce this man so he gets me to a safe spot. i try but his eyes are on the road. then i turn back and i see cops with a sniper. i realize his head is the aim. i duck. they shoot. He gets shot in the back of his head. i lose my memory when i hit my head against the window.

i come back to work the next day. apparently i too am a cop.

.45 Caliber

He was standing right in front of me. And then he was shot.
In the chest.

And i remember they telling me it was a .45

Going places

This one i dreamt this afternoon when i was taking a short nap.

"i am in a van with my brother and 3 other friends. its a white versa. we drive through the rainy streets and we reach the Bandra-Worli sea link. the rain is lashing down on us. i remember it not being too cold but a little humid. I knew something was going to happen because i didnt like bombay so much. I just had this notion that this was the crime capital of india and that anytime anything can happen. Then as though my thoughts changed into images, this big van screeched to a stop next to us and thugs got out. i panicked and asked everyone to get inside and took control of the car. And drove away from the scene. i remember seeing a Lifestyle store on the way with abhishek bachchan's poster. I remember his having a dimple. I remember the sea link looking majestic. It was a persepective view of the link that i was seeing. It was truly a sight to be remembered"

I've not been to bombay in over 10 years now.

Lovers in the Blue

Its been awhile since i had a dream that i remembered. So when i remembered this one, it was a kind of a relief for me. And i think this dream was a result of a conversation i had previously that night.

I am with my lovers. They are my partners.and its not one. Its 2 of them. They are not men. They are women. And they are not Indian. One's a blonde and the other ones a brunette. i remember her having a turkish accent. the brunette. and she had dark hair and she was hot. And i distinctly remember them being my lovers because i think we were always together. But it was already an established fact that we were lovers. The former part of the dream is in a blur. I do not know what we have done but we have done some major crime in the city and we are trying to escape that. i jump to the Dubai Abra and swim across to the other side. its a long swim. Only the brunette is with me. we suddenly panic because we cant find the blonde. She suddenly emerges from the water and scares the crap out of us. Then i remember telling her that i dont know how to swim but suddenly i know how to. Then a tree appears in the middle of the water for us to hold on to since we are exhausted from the swimming. the water is clear blue and i feel no fear about swimming or creepy crawly creatures"

The bigger picture or the smaller?

i keep minimizing and maximizing a web page.

Live-"in"g in Bombay

I seem to be having a live in relationship with him in Bombay or something. Because we are living in this 4 storey building. i think we are on the 4th floor looking over a lit up highway.The house was small. Enough for 2. It had a medium sized hall and a bedroom. And a small balcony where i distinctly remember the clothes hanging over a cloth line. I seem to be making coffee and he's looking over the calendar ticking out days. It was an october. Suddenly the bell rings, and he realizes that his mother has dropped in for a surprise visit. I tell him that i will stand behind the door and then slip out when she comes in, But he somehow convinces me to stay saying that his mother's eyesight is lousy and she wont even realise that im there. She finally comes in. True to his word, she cant spot me. Or she doesnt sense that im around. She sits around, fiddles with his things, clothes etc. Says that he has got a nice place. And then she starts moving around the house. I try to avoid her by running around. i duck and go into the balcony. She reaches there to get a towel. As she reaches out her hand she almost touches my face, but i lean to the right so that she doesnt. i start making threatening eye contacts with him asking him to do something! she goes in for a bath. He comes, hugs me, cups my face, consoles me and tells me that she will leave in awhile and then we can go have dinner at some nice place.

Intoxicated

I was drinking. I dont know what exactly i was drinking but i know i was consuming alcohol. the only people i remember in the dream are Hamza and Neville. And neville's drinking too. He gets a little drunk but promises to drop me home. As we got towards where the bike is, neville sways sideways and his steps become uneven. I realize that he is very drunk and ask him several times whether he can drop me. He finally asks me "do u want me to drop you" just before we reach the bike, and i say NO. i take him back to the guys and tell them that he is too drunk to even take me home. Then the current goes out and theres darkness everywhere. A plane goes above us and i can hear the song playing inside the plane. I start doing this small dance and he dances with me too. The song still rings in my head. But i dont remember what it is. I remember seeing an R15 in the dream and my uncle in an auto in my village

Lightning divides dream.

The dream had 2 parts.I was interrupted by a bright flash of lightning between Dream I and Dream II.

Dream I:

A was sitting in a dark room illuminated by white light from behind him. the room is like a small studio flat. a small flat which looks like hes turned it into a photography floor. There are cameras and reflectors all around. He was smoking pot. The wisps of smoke rose above him into the white light and i could clearly see every curve of the smoke. His curly hair was intensified because of the light. He was stoned i think. There was a glass of water/beer on the table in front of him. I am actually trying to take a photo of him with my D40. but because of lack of light its difficult to capture him right.Then the scene changes and goes to venky and him sitting trying to pose for me but venky just moves alot. and then ahmer and Ashwin try to pose for me and i get a good metallish snap.
Dream II:

Im walking on the side of the beach. on a muddy trial, with bushes on the right and then the sea after that. I keep walking walking. and i remember thinking whether i wud get lost. Or if i get lost what i would do. I keep looking at the sea at regular intervals. then i reach the end of the path and a doorway opens to the beach. a Gurkha of sorts is standing on the left side in faded brown clothes. the scene changes to this garden and there is a flyover above it and rabbits running around in the garden. there is a train running over the flyover and my uncle and aunt pull the chain and stop the train. they get out and tell me that theyre the ones who pulled the chain. i try to catch a rabbit and it runs away. a man sitting in front of me is sitting on my dupatta and i try to pull that away but his pants are wet so i get disgusted and walk away. I thought he peed in his pants but actually its the impression that the wet grass created on his jeans.

Dream in a dream!

I was writing down a dream in this blog. I seem to frantically write it down because i dont want to forget it.

Hues of black and white.

PART 1:

I keep thinking of a white top that i wanna buy. and i search aisles and aisles of clothes. racks and racks of them. And nothing. Just grey. No whites. And i finally get a white one and it has pink on it. I throw it back.

PART 2:

Too personal to write it down i guess.

Flitting

I actually wrote this dream down in my cell phone out of fear that i'd probably forget it. Lately ive been forgetting my dreams. Nothings really vivid. And its pissing off. I used to remember my dreams pretty well.

I can drive a bike. Pretty well too. I almost have a head on collision with Adel. And he gets majorly bugged asking whether i was high when i did that. I am thinking ill get up around 8, oil my hair and then take the bike. Then i bike around a lot of corners and streets and reach the marina. then i see alot of families sitting there saying that this is absolutely the place to chill out. then i see this fun fair kinda place with santa and his minions walking around giving gifts to children. I see one of my brothers old friends sagar. Although sagar has a twin in this. I see a house then. Which is green. Apparently thats billu's house and i comment saying "oh typically mallu christian" Then adel looks at the house and laughs. Then i decide not to go to college and chill out at home. I whizz of on the bike on full speed. I have full control of the bike untill someone comes and bumps me from behind.

They're all in random scene changes. My dreams almost like a slide show.

Broken Words?

The nib of my hero pen was bent.
I remember crying seeing the pen break.

I think this line came in my dream. Or maybe i read it someplace.

"Its not about bad weather. Its about bad preparations"

This had something to do with the rains in Bombay. i just dont know where i read. i just feel it came in my dream.

Silence among Sounds

I was standing at some waterfall with him behind me. I cant exactly recognize the place but i have a strong feeling that its athirapilly vaazhchal. Or either its hogenakkal. but i havent seen the latter. so it has be to athirapilly. I can hear the water. The slight drizzle. the light caress of his rough stubble. The strong breeze. the crashing of the water. And the gurgling of the snake like stream.The rocks are slippery. and i can feel the moss under my toe. its green. and slimy. The distinct sound of the crows. some children in the distance. the rustling of the leaves, the trees. And amidst all this i can hear his breathing. I can feel the light rise and fall of his chest. I can feel his warm breath on my neck. I could feel him.
In a universe of ambiguity, this kind of certainty comes only once and never again, no matter how many lifetimes you've had

I missed the train. His hand left mine. And i cried.


I absolutely hate missing trains and flights. Its a very unpleasant feeling. I had this dream sometime at 6:00pm in the evening during a nap. I was rudely awakened by my own sobbing in the dream.

Blank.

5 min before i opened blogger to write last nights dream.. i had remmeberd everything. Now, its like a blackout took place inside my head. I cant remember a shit!

The illusion of being alone.

Before i forget, this dream was a result of alot of intoxication. Half of it which was so vivid. Half of it was freakish. I dont know which part of this was real. and which part was a dream.

The part where i know for sure that it was a dream!
I was getting oral from someone.

Yeah you can call me disturbed. But this was my dream.

Someone was stroking my hair. slowly. i could feel the person's fingers through every strand. It was slow and sensuous.

Out of this the second dream i felt was not a dream. Either the person was sitting right next to me... or.. i just visualized it too vividly. Either way, i felt i wasnt alone in that room.

Blur

" a long road. i am in a bus confused which side of the road. there is a house. and i go rushing in asking for my aunt. my other aunt tells me to go to the house behind cos thats where she is. i run to the house behind and can hear my brothers voice. i go in and run and hug my aunt and her 3 daughters"

After this everything was a blur. i dont know why my dreams arent clear anymore.
Maybe i just miss home.

Randomness Overlapping

"my hand gets ripped off. i can see the skin hanging from my shoulder socket.My mother asks me to get down a slippery wet series of steps. my glasses fall down and break. I see my first boyfriend in a room. asking me to come in...."


There was much more. I forgot.

The wall

Im in this room with my brother. And we are watching something related to floyd.Some trippy music video. and then i look to my left and realise a zombie like man is watching us both. I slightly tried to close the door but he kept walking in and out and he had this spooky smile about him. Something like Joker from Batman. And then my brother freaks out. The zombie enters the room and jabs a scissor into my hand. But the rule goes like this: He will go into an "IDLE" mode and not be able to attack us if im able to remove the scissor from my hand. But most victims die because the scissor creates an excruciating pain while removing it. But i somehow want my brother to stop freaking out and pull out the scissor. The zombie immediately goes limp and falls into what looks like ash. And then..


I wake up! i woke up today morning feeling as though my heart was in my hand. The zombie looked like the face on the cover of The Wall.

Stranger in the Night

This was a dream i had about 2 days back. very interesting. and very vivid. There are tiny details that i remember so well in this dream. Its the "stranger in the night" kinda dream that completely blew me away.

" It all starts with me realizing that im going to miss my flight if i dont run quick enough. My mother calls me up and tells me that im going to be late and that theyre going to take off. I run with 2 bags all the way to the gate No.7 and the last call for the passengers has been completed. I beg the gate guy to let me go. After a lot of persuasion he finally allows me to go through but says that since the plane has already taken off halfway through we will have to travel to that stop to catch the plane! I tell him okay fine. and we go off in a tug boat through a marshy area. The motor MAKES ALOT OF NOISE. And i keep staring at the distance towards the sea thinking if a tsunami comes now what will happen. Then we reached this dry land where all the boats are parked. Apparently that place is called Singapore. :P and i get down at singapore and then it starts raining. Like pouring!!! And i weave in and out of traffic to get an auto the airport. I go up to the auto guy and ask him "Airport ponum.evolo? And the guy stares at me cluelessly. Then i realise that he doesnt understand tamil cos im in singapore. And then i start saying "Airport Airport. Fast fast!" And he then took me in the auto and we zipped through heavy traffic. we almost got into 2 accidents. And then finally we reached the airport gate.I got out of the auto and looked at the gate guy who had accompanied me throughout the entire journey. And i stood on my toes and gently kissed him on the cheek. Water was dripping from his hair towards the tip of his nose. And yellow traffic lights reflected on his face.I realised i had fallen in love with him. I asked him "Can i have your number?" and he said "I thought you'd never ask". And i asked him his name and he said "Nawaz". I smiled in relief that he was a muslim. :D and then i got into the airport"


I know only one nawaz in my life and he looks nothing like the one i saw in my dream. But the kinda emotion that i experienced when i stared at him was priceless. I dont know what exactly this dream meant. But it was one of a kind.

The Earliest one

This was a dream i had when i was about 12 im guessing. I clearly remember being grossed out when i woke up the next morning. It may not sound too bad when im saying it but the events were quite graphic inside my head. Everything was very vivid.

I begin to eat a sandwich that seems to have bugs inside them as filling. And as i bite into the sandwich i hear the crunching sound of the bugs. I grind them between my molars and crush them into a paste

After this i wake up.I rememeber being very nauseous when i woke up that morning. Even as i walked to the bathroom to brush my teeth i rememberd the unpleasant crushing noise and winced. This was probably the worst dream i had.

The Birth

"Every normal person, in fact, is only normal on the average. His ego approximates to that of the psychotic in some part or other and to a greater or lesser extent"

Ive been having dreams since the time i remember. And some arent very pretty. But some are. The reason i decided to write this blog was because i wanted to keep an account of all my dreams.I dont know whether my dreams have a meaning or a conclusion. But im sure Freud has a solution and explanation for everything. Sigh. I wish the dude was alive. However twisted his theories were, he was an interesting man.Those are his words.

This blog is about all that happens inside my head when i sleep.If anybody can understand dreams or read them, please be my guest and analyze my dreams. I will write them down once i remember them the next day. I am also mentioning my previous dreams that i remember. Some of them have disgusted me, made me wonder and upseted me over a period of time.

Dreams are often most profound when they seem the most crazy.