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The dream began with a storm. A storm that shipwrecked me and washed me ashore a beautiful beach. This beach however wasn’t uninhabited. In fact, it looked very much like a resort. My guess is that it existed somewhere between life and death. Limbo.

As I walked into the main lobby of the resort, I was greeted by a man who used to be my butler (it made perfect sense thanks to dream logic). He told me that in this resort, I was to be his butler…more like a caretaker if you will. Immediately my clothes were replaced by that of a butler. I quietly accepted and told him that I’d walk along the beach to get familiar with the place. He agreed.

As I made my way down to the beach again, it occurred to me that I would actually have to memorize what this beach looks like from now on…it was part of my job. I looked at other people walking around, having a good time.

Just then, the sand beneath my feet was replaced by a pier. And right next to the pier stood the Tokyo Tower. Dream logic told me that the Tokyo Tower had been gifted to this beach (it never occurred to me in the dream as to whether this beach was landlocked or on an island). It was night time by now.

And then I saw her.

I looked at the Tokyo Tower again and then I looked at her. Every time I looked away from the tower, it would change slightly and start resembling a rocket.

I called out to her. She was happy to see me and started walking towards me.

I looked at the tower and it looked exactly like a rocket now. Much like the rocket in Tintin, Destination Moon. Apparently some kind of launch sequence had been initiated.

I ran towards her and told her that the Tokyo Tower was on this beach. She didn’t believe me.So I grabbed her hand and we rushed towards the tower, just in time to see it launch.

It was really beautiful. The Tokyo Tower rocket soared higher and higher into the night sky.

But as I looked back at the launch site, the tower was still there. And it looked like a tower now,instead of a rocket. The whole rocket thing was just an illusion apparently. All smoke and mirrors.

We held hands and kept staring at the tower.

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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.

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.