12
Aug
Last night’s dream was uber fucked up for so many reasons! First of all, it involved a lot of killing and bloodshed in a school where killing was legal (ala Battle Royale) and second of all, it was set in my second most favourite country-Japan.
I seem to forget where the dream began, but me and 2 other people, possibly Pari and Akshay, were in the corridor of the school (much like Vidyasagar, my high school) when some huge girl came to attack us. I am unclear as to why she was attacking us, but she wielded a yellow soft squishy ball and a pair of largeass scissors.
I think I grabbed her ball (the squishy stress reliever…erm…no puns) and threatened to throw it away if she didn’t back off. I was pointing one of those smallass plastic scissors at her. She refused to back off. So off went Mr. Squishy, over the ledge.
This pissed her off to no ends and she lunged at the person behind me with her scissors. I managed to get my left hand in the way, which she promptly stabbed. I then elbowed her in the face and took her hand and made her stab herself.
At that moment, we heard a lot of students heading our way, just around the corner. I took the bloodied scissors out of her stomach and me and the 2 others went and hid in the nearest classroom. I watched through the window, squatting down, as all the students passed by, all the while cleaning the scissors with a towel.
After a while, some students entered our class.
We got really scared. But the kids didn’t care that we were crouching near the windows. They began to sit down in their seats. We did the same. A teacher walked in, and from the look of things, he was a scary ass one.
He asked us to open some assignment that no one seemed to have done (something to do with making a watch). Only 2-3 people had done it. He called the first student. The student produced his right hand with the watch strapped on. The teacher promptly took out a meat cleaver and chopped his hand off. He called the second student and chopped that fellow’s fingers off. I joked to my friend that it was a fucking great call on his part for having chosen the seats riiight in the front of class. He sniggered.
Later on some guy came up from behind and tried to grope me privates (why??). I took his arm and hurled him over my shoulder. Teacher asked what the fuck was going on. I explained. The guy seemed deeply sorry for having done so (genuinely). Weird.
After that episode, I suddenly realized that I had slipped out of class for some reason and was accompanying an old lady to her home. She was telling me about her daughter and how excited her daughter would be to see me. No clue who these people are btw, but in the dream I had met them a long time ago it seems.
We reached her home and her daughter came to greet us. She was very lovely and in the dream, we instantly had a crush on each other. We joked and talked for a while and she asked me to accompany her to the mall. On the way there, I realized that I had skipped class and that I needed to go back (lest I wanted to get murdered).
I told her to wait for me, and if I didn’t return in 2 hours, to call the police (yes, dream logic loophole). I went back to school and was searching for the teacher. Serial groper informed me that he had gone back to his quarters. As I searched for his quarters, some other teacher saw me and called me back to his house. I was scared that I was gonna get attacked so I kept my guard up.
That’s when my alarm went off and thank fucking God it did.
12
Aug
ranajay: Last night’s dreams were loosely based on Thor. Anthony Hopkins and I were plotting to take over the world.
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ranajay: What the hell was Dr. Sheel Aditya doing in my dreams 0_o? Him, a bunch of LEAPers and some people from Indore. Weird.
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ranajay: My afternoon sistea turned into a dreamfest full of serial killers & dreamswitching abilities(not to be confused w/ dream within a dream).
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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
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.
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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.