“So what am I thinking now? I can tell you, but then I will have to kill you” – were the words of the person in my dreams! I had the weirdest of dreams last night, in which I was narrating a dream - my dream. It’s like teaching yourself something; you know what you don’t and also how to fill in the gaps. In simple words, my “dream” self was narrating a story to my “real-sleeping” self.
Alright! Enough of crap! Let’s get to the point – the weird point. I am suddenly in a bloody [no literal interpretations please - this is a dream, not a nightmare!] room with flowers having an uncanny odor suffocating me in my dream. The bright and yellow and the weirdest shades of purple and red splattered in the deepest shade of black – the flowers were … were… will let you know when I find the right words to describe them.
“The answer my friend is blowing in the wind”…… [Sudden interruptions from the figments of my musical memory – thanks to Mr. Bob Dylan, he had been fiddling around in my dream too].
The next thing I see, I am dressed up like an Indian bridegroom. Please! No! I am getting sick already! With an obtusely heavy outfit I was dressed up like a person who has been having issues lately. What the f*** am I doing in a marriage hall? Am I getting…? This can’t be real! Mom! Is that you? Oh my god! My parents, relatives, friends and a few strangers pretending to be my near and dear ones – I was surrounded.
Oh! By the way, the flowers were intimidating, repulsive, irritating, rotten, and terrible and…
“Kyon zulm seh raha hai… ek dasataan purani… tanhayi ki zubaani… har zakhm khil raha hai…” – wow! Nice song Mr. Musical Memory, but I am not in the mood for it! Piss off!
Obviously, I can’t be sure on this but my “real-dreaming” self must have been on pins and needles by now. Now comes the really scary part – I can still feel the chills down my spine when I think of what I saw, I – yes! “I”, was bringing my “to-be” to my-self [Remember, there are “two” of me in the dream – one narrating the dream to me and the other “me” getting married]. Shit! I can’t get married to that girl, please help me!
“Do you ever get that feeling if you are not sure whether you are awake or still dreaming?” – My chaotic mind is now getting in stuff from my other posts on this blog. I was giving myself the scariest smile of the century!
Whoop! Splash! Double Splash!
Help! [Drowning sound] Help! [Drowning sound] Help! Help! Help!
……to be continued
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