Well, I think it was due since long. I wanted to write, my friends wanted me to, and even my Doctors advised me to put down my thoughts on paper. May be, I was being lazy, so kept on procrastinating. Finally, today it had to happen. A month's end, a Saturday (My mom says any new things tried on a Saturday, don't last long. I don't wan't it to last long - the phase!).
I'm calling it a phase since those who me, know that I'm a different person than what I used to be. I want this phase to get over, and want my real self to be back soon. After all, I'm a theist and I do believe in miracles!
I believe, what we think when we're awake, is somehow under our control but what happens in dreams, is uncontrollable and that's what, should define your mind or thinking, or maybe your personality.
So here are few chapters of "the phase"
The sleepwalking
I found myself waking up in my dream at a very strange place. Strange because it was a restaurant, and it's not normal to be in the middle of a restaurant on a couch, and to see people having their meal when you suddenly woke up. Wondering as to where I'm and what place is this, I saw this friend of mine who I've hardly met twice or thrice and talked/texted occasionally. It gave a relief to see someone known at an unknown or never been before place. He asked me how I was feeling "confused" was my answer. He then wanted me to get fresh and have some food/drink so that I can feel better. "I can't because I haven't brushed yet". Yes, I don't eat/drink without brushing my teeth. OK, so it was me only. Till now, I was even confused that whether this person was me!
I asked "how did I come here and what place is this?". "I saw you walking alone late at night, yesterday. When I approached to ask you anything, I found you were asleep." So basically, I was sleepwalking! Not so me! I have never, at least, till now. He went on to say that thinking it's not safe to leave me alone like that, he took me to his workplace, and I was made to sleep comfortably. Maybe, his workplace didn't have a proper restroom or sick room so there I was, sleeping on a couch, in the dining area!
Well, he wanted to know if I remember anything about last night as to when I started roaming out. No, I didn't. Nothing at all! So nice of him that he offered me drop at my place and asked me to get ready. I was ready, already, eagerly wanting to go back to home, to my family.
We got onto his vehicle. I don't what to call that, it was another strange thing, like a snow vehicle! Another twist? Well, we started, and through midway he got his bike. He might have called somebody to bring it. A sexy bike it was. But here's another confusion. I didn't know where I was and hence unable to guide direction, and he didn't know my place so unable to figure it out. We were trying. Then I was at some shop, small town kind of, I stopped by to buy something. Don't remember what it was. After all, it was in my dream and it's normal not to remember 100% of it. Yet, I detailed almost everything I could.
I couldn't see myself reaching my home as my kiddo nephew woke me up with a nice warm hug and world's sweetest smile. Maybe, the destination is yet to be found...
The intruder
It was a quick nap, on a lazy afternoon. I could barely sleep for 1-2 hours, and that too broken sleep. But the brain was busy in filming another puzzle. What I could remember is...
I had woken up and was in kitchen to grab my tea. Reality: Before sleeping, my sister had given me tea but I was so sleepy. I decided to have it later and sleep for sometime. My sister and nephew were going out. Before, I got trapped, last I heard them saying that they're leaving now. Back to dream thing, I was in kitchen and, then I noticed a 10 something girl entering the place with her school bag in her uniform, so casually as if it was her home. I came inside the room asking how did she enter inside. She threw back a question at me "who are you?". Asking me who am I in a place that belongs to me rather than that stranger. Both of us seemed to be confused. "Isn't it flat no xxx?" she asked. "No, it's flat no: xxx" I said. "No, it's my home" she almost screamed. OK, let me show you the flat number. Without thinking that she must have keys so that she could enter inside, I started to search for my keys, after all, how could I doubt a 10 year old!
And suddenly, I felt she took something out of her bag and hit me on head, so hard. I almost fainted, wanted to call for help but was unable to utter anything. I realized it was a trick of housebreaking and felt how did I let it happen to me. I was feeling suffocated, I saw myself dying, almost dead and then tried to gather all my courage to get up to help myself. At last, I could manage to open my eyes, and... I woke up! Frightened, horrified. Took some time to realize that it was a dream. I tried to replicate the scene and went to the kitchen waiting for the main door to be opened and the girl to enter. Yes, I did wait in real. But nothing bad happened. Thank God! And here I'm... very much alive, sipping my tea, and writing down the masterpiece created by my unconscious mind.
I often wonder, how does it craft such things, such imaginations. Weird, freaky, mostly far from reality. Yes, I've witnessed Sachin Tendulkar's wedding in one of my "most favorite dreams". May be, that's how it's supposed to work. To make you feel good at times, and to scare you the other days...
Lot more to come. Stay tuned! Meanwhile, you can leave your feedback or maybe help me try to interpret the meaning of my dreams, if there exists such a thing.
