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.

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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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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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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.

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.