26
Mar
Last night’s dream was all about Scrabble and Casinos.
In it me, Ankur and Pari were back in Casino land. I was seeing tiles of words everywhere. At one point I even saw my friends from Indore smoking together (the surroundings they were in was definitely a superimposed image of the military complex where my aunt resides in Calcutta). There was also some confusion over an Arabic women’s pop group that suddenly came on stage and me and Ankur were able to recognize them for some odd reason. Fountains of water erupted all around when they started to sing; some of the streams pointed directly at our faces. Odd design for a fountain;I’d personally never design a fountain that shitty.
After that, even I performed on stage. My act was an illusion of numbers. I even made a corny joke when I took the stage,”Indians are rather infamous for their inclination towards math and computers. This act isn’t gonna help to change that.” I then proceeded to generate numbers out of thin air (much like the ones on your LCD clock, only glowing blue) that I expanded, contracted and spiraled around my body. In my dream universe, Christian Bale had apparently been murdered. So I then went ahead to create a 3D holographic reenactment of his death in great detail. It was pretty disturbing 0_o.
I can’t remember other elements of the dream, but the scrabble tiles kept popping up from time to time. I remember crazy fans trying to track me down after my performance. And a cafe that had many exits, but only one that was open.
25
Mar
Last night’s dream was pretty cool.
It started off with me planning a Japan trip with my Indore friends.
Soon after we realized that one of our friends had been kidnapped. By Australia 0_o. Tasmania specifically. And that they were going to launch nuclear weapons on India. Hahaha. It then became my mission to get him back.
But the cool part is…in this dream, I could fly ! Unlike my last dream where I could only float from place to place, I was flying high in this dream. At the same time, I realized that I shouldn’t let people know that I could fly, so I’d shoot up into the air so that they wont have a chance to see my face or anything.
I’m not quite sure though what happened to my friend, because I certainly didn’t fly all the way to Australia to save him 
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Anyway, later on…I was suddenly talking to Johnny Drama and Vinnie Chase (ala Entourage) and we were discussing our own Japan trip plans. Evil bastard that I am…even in my dream, I knowingly ditched my plan with my Indore buddies to go with the Entourage crew instead…because I knew it would be awesome and wild 
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The dream also involved a sequence where I’m driving Johnny and Vinnie on the wrong side of the road in some weird ass vintage automobile.
7
Mar
Some of the dreams I have are just so politically incorrect.
Last night I dreamt that there were huge ass snakes attacking a lab facility and me and some scientist type folks were shooting at them. Well, one giant grey snake broke through into the labs and got in contact with some weirdass mutated virus strain (that were like yellow, blue and red balls, bouncing around). The snake then transformed and split into many parts. Each part morphed into a 10 year old child.
These kids were obviously the 28 Days Later style zombie kids that could infect you too. They started marching across a bridge and I knew that it was my job to stop them no matter what. Someone handed me a champagne bottle to stop em with (lol). I shook bottle and popped the cork in their direction. The cork flew over their heads, ricocheted off the bridge railing and hit one of the kids in the head.
Immediately, all of them turned around and started coming in my direction. Panic ensued and the scientists frenzied for cover,weapons, whatever they could find. Lying all around us were only cricket bats! So we each took one and started whacking the crap outta any infected kid that approached us. At the back of my head I was thinking, what if I accidentally whack a normal kid? Anyway, in the heat of it, it didn’t exactly matter. We whacked and back stepped all the way to an MRT station and kept whacking at infected kids until we got into the train. The kids seemed almost impervious to our swings and blows and kept coming at us until the train doors closed.
The dream’s conclusion was that due our failure to contain the kids, the virus eventually spread all across the world.
Nice dream to wake up to on a Sunday morning huh?