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.
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 
.
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?
26
Feb
Last night I dreamt that I had gotten extremely drunk and completely blacked out and forgotten what had happened the night before.
I was out with Shanty and Pari when they told me that I had apparently hooked up with some girls the night before. While we were walking we actually ran into the girls from last night but I didn’t remember any of them. One of them quickly approached me and asked me why I was looking at her as if I’d never met her. I confessed that I had no recollection of the night before. Or of her. She laughed and put her hand in mine and we started walking.
She was really pretty, a lot prettier than her friends. She said her name was Shweta (I think). We started talking about random things. It felt very nice. And strangely warm. After a while I think I realized that I was carrying a pet dog on my shoulders while holding her hand. The dog was a white furry one. Really cute.
We were walking at some weird place, I can’t say where…but it had something to do with SMRT (weird dream logic). It was kinda like a path/walkway through a park, only not at ground level. I put the dog down and he ran away somewhere. We followed him and soon came to a place with another dog there. Only this one was a labrador and was dead. There was a branch protruding through the dead dog’s stomach. I quickly picked up our little white dog and we started to go away.
Anyway, it was a super pleasant dream up until we came across the dead dog. I remember I had woken up in the middle of the night and actually typed out some shit on notepad so that I didn’t forget the dream. Unfortunately, I did forget. Because I wrote down the words “spider” , “clown” & “ate sushi for 7 days” and I can’t remember either of these now.
*Sigh*
19
Feb
Last night, in one of my dreams, I dreamt that I accidentally consumed a fungus infested pizza. Apparently my family and I were gloating over how having a fridge had changed our lives and how we could store pizza without it going bad. Irony.
In another dream, I saw through the eyes of a woman with amnesia who had just discovered that her husband had passed away. While going through his belongings she discovered a name. Suddenly she’s transported to an office (presumably her’s or maybe her husband’s) which looks a lot like the high-tech offices in 24. As she starts typing that name inside the terminal of the computer, an automatic flag is raised elsewhere. And in total philmy ishtyle, a dude in a suit wearing dark shades enters the office minutes later with a gun in his hand.
He says,”I knew you didn’t have any amnesia or anything. You were just following up on your husband’s research. Now I’m gonna send you to the same place I sent him”.
Enter bald kid whose name was being searched in the first place. Baldy girl obviously has super powers and touches the guy’s arm and convinces him to shoot himself instead (ala X-Men me wolverine ki girlfriend). While making her exit she says something along the lines of, “You have no idea what it feels like to NEVER get tired, never sleep and never be able to get pregnant”.
Yes, I know.
0_o.
15
Feb
I dreamt of flight last night. It wasn’t the shooting through the clouds kind of dream, but atleast I was flying/floating over short distances.
Baby steps 
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I was in some sort of a fair where people were selling different kinds of things. I was flying over tents , one tent to another. Never flying too high, but still so fun and liberating. I was searching for something. Or someone? I think at one stall I stopped and asked where I could go to get a facial re-constructive surgery. The stall ladies were very kind and started laughing and told me that I was rather good looking to get plastic surgery. Nevertheless they pointed me to some super expensive doctor’s tent. Weird. Seems I’m so low on self-confidence that I need someone in my dreams to make me feel better about myself, haha.
I then flew away again. Flying wasn’t that easy though. If I tried really hard, I’d merely fall back to the ground. I had to try just the right amount to be able to fly. Soon I was inside the compartment of a train/stairway (the place kept on switching between the two).I was with my Indore friends and showing them my flying skills. But just for fun, I was making them think that it was some sort of a trick. They tried to copy in vain and even searched for wires above my head .
14
Feb
You know how I never dream about flying? Well, last night’s (rather this morning’s…because I was woken up temporarily by Chinese New Year drums at 8am in the morning…gah!) dream was as close to a dream of flight as I can possibly get.
I was flying a Boeing 747! Me! And my co-pilot and cabin crew were my friends! Like the ones I have in real life.
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Yeah, so we pretty much went nuts in the cockpit. We were supposed to land, but instead we were doing all sortsa silly stunts like flying just inches above highways, scaring oncoming cars and pulling up at impossible angles. Sometimes there’d be power lines overhead so we’d have to cut across lanes and find an opening to shoot up into the sky again.
Soon, we came to the part about landing at Changi airport. Apparently we were landing from the wrong side and we knew our air traffic controller would be pretty pissed. Moreover there was the chance of colliding into other planes landing from that other side. And not to mention helicopters (there were many 0_o).
I proceeded to land anyway, but something very weird happened when I did. The runway didn’t look like Changi airport at all. It looked more like an aircraft carrier at sea. I called the air traffic controller and she instructed me to turn left and land through a doorway. Weird huh? Soon the plane shrunk to nothing more than a small paper airplane and we had effectively landed in some sort of restaurant. Brown wooden hues all around.
And then the stupid CNY drums started beating again outside.