25
Apr
Cold,immune and indifferent.
This is so very unlike me, or rather the past version of me.
Even the weird and crappy dreams don’t bother me all that much. It’s as if my overprotective brain is shielding me from any and all trauma. I’m wondering where all that anger and sadness is funneling to?
No clarity of thought. And no clarity of feelings either.
Every time I feel something heavy in my heart, brain decides to reroute those feelings.
The wall around me keeps growing thicker. Brick after brick, it grows more and more impenetrable.
There is a strange sense of pride in response to all of this.
Some of my time was supposed to be spent soul searching. But that never happened. Brother brain decided it to be an unnecessary (and possibly risky) waste of time.
I feel as if I’m losing my sense of humanity. Slowly.
18
Apr
Second Japan Trip: I’m very sad I forgot this one…but I vaguely remember booking my flights for a second Japan trip in this dream. Maybe this is a sign.
18
Apr
Strange Japanese Art: I am in London now. The place looks a lot like Hounslow, only with stone pavements. A Japanese pop artist is about to unveil her latest work. Before that, there’s a huge buffet of food.
There’re different kinds of prawn, curry,fish and chicken. The people who’ve come to see her work start helping themselves with the food.
Suddenly, the crazed Japanese lady appears out of nowhere and proceeds to overturn the enormous bowls of food onto the street. The sheer volume of food is so much that there’s literally a flood of curry and prawn! The artist is swept away in her flood of food and starts spouting nonsense about consumerism and world hunger. Apparently this yellow flood is her work of art and a statement against the ills of society.
I follow the artist from an elevated plane. But the flood eventually takes her away.
I see myself washing the street in front of my house after her food/flood/art aftermath.
18
Apr
Now for the PG-13 dreams.
House joins the army: In this dream, Hugh Laurie…no wait…Dr. Gregory House, arrives unexpectedly at a house on the beach. Inside the house is what looks like a company of British colonial army men, mostly in their early 20’s, wearing cool blue uniforms and playing cricket! House knocks. Army men open. House is dressed in blue as well. The soldiers immediately stand in attention and salute, assuming he’s a higher ranking officer.
House explains that he’s merely a private (in a hilarious British accent). The other army men grow suspicious of him and take of his cap to find a piece of cloth stuck to his head. Now in that weird dream universe, the cloth is supposed to be sown onto your scalp if you’re truly an army guy. But Houses’s one is just pasted there.
House is discovered to be an impostor! He switches back to his American accent (sadly 
), and explains that he has quit his job and wants to be an army doctor. The others laugh at him and want to throw him out. House then proceeds to do what House does best…on the spot diagnosis 
! He points at people and tells them what’s wrong with them. He even clicks his finger in front of a girl’s eyes (yes, the girls appear out of nowhere in the dream) and makes her faint.
Needless to say, people are impressed and House is accepted as the company doctor. He then proceeds to sit down on a couch, lie back, put his earphones in his ears and turn the television on.
Overhead camera pans away and onto the beach blanketed by a dark starlit sky.
This dream is not over yet.
Strange things are afoot on the beach. Wilson and the entire band of doctors, apparently depressed by House’s departure, have dressed up like Afghani militants, gotten drunk and playing war games on the beach. People are shooting blank rounds everywhere and just going fruity.
At the back of my head, I think, most probably the story will take a dark turn from here. The actual army guys would mistake these drunk ass doctors to be their enemies and kill a few before realizing that they’re just playing around.
Anyway, nothing of that sort actually happens. Wilson, in his stupor goes up to Jennifer Aniston (yes.lol.she’s in a bikini too) and declares that they should all go to Africa (which apparently is only an hour away if they swim). Aniston laughs and shrugs off the silly idea.
After that, a new dream begins.
18
Apr
13
Apr
I am an interviewer. My non-existent,tall and green eyed friend has a twin. And to play a prank on me, they exchange places just before the interview, so the twin I don’t know is standing outside while her sister, whom I do know comes and sits in for the interview.
Anyway, I’m too smart for their tricks and begin what seems to be an open and shut interview. There’s some discussion over glass half full and half empty and I just go ahead and fill the fucking glass to the brim.
Interview ends. Girl gets in.
Twin is standing outside. I pass a coy smile at both of them. They immediately realize that I knew all along.
We go to a dhaba to celebrate, with khatiyas and all! Suddenly it’s the twins,myself and Vanga (lol) sitting around the dinner table at the dhaba (no idea what happened to the khatiyas). The waiter is this huge Punjabi guy who says we need to either spend the night here or pay atleast 200 Rs. for the food. I laugh inside my head and say that it wont be an issue.
Vanga orders 2 kinds of dal.
My alarm goes off.
Trippy Tuesday begins.
10
Apr
Last night I got piss drunk.
Puked multiple times.
And before passing out, set out on path of self-destruction.
But the dreams I had were weirder than reality.
As always.
The dream started off with some guy asking to rent adult videos. I pointed out that the TV had an option for adult shows. We started watching one Japanese adult movie. It was a vampire show and began with rugged, topless, punk looking vampire chicks and dudes injecting themselves with vials of blood in some abandoned gas station in the middle of the desert.
Soon I was inside the show as well…as a vampire. Just as we were about to leave, a portal opened and out spilled a whole legion of holy warriors, completely covered in golden armour, who looked like they had just fought for the crusades or something. It was simple. They had come to annihilate us. I ran for my life. And I was chased by them.
I entered an abandoned house. It was daylight outside by now. They kept chasing up this huge mansion like house. After a point I quietly sneaked to another parallel staircase and started climbing down. This whole sequence was very tense and seemed never ending. Finally I made my way outside, leaving the crusaders to search for me inside the house.
Outside it had started to rain so there wasn’t any direct sunlight. I ran around searching for shelter from the brightness. Weirdly enough I found myself riding on an office chair. I rode to a nearby store where some black dudes gave me shelter in exchange for the office chair. We were back in movie mode now. As I passed out inside my dream again, as a vampire and an observer, I asked them to turn off the lights and said to them ,”I’ve seen this movie before. You’re gonna give me guns now.”
I woke up inside my dream into another dream.
In this dream I was in someone’s home. And one of their two dogs had recently passed away. I could hear a lot of weeping from outside. Then to my surprise it was actually a Tibetan Terrier that was weeping like a human. He snuck his head through the door. Our eyes met. He was literally weeping tears and sounded like an old woman crying. I gestured him to come in. He did. I hugged him and started wiping his tears away.
I don’t remember much after that.
Today’s gonna be a super weird day for sure. I must begin the process of damage control now. But first…some hydration.