Dreams and Demons

“We are not always what we seem, and hardly ever what we dream.”
― Peter S. Beagle, The Last Unicorn

Dreams by Duchess Flux via flickr

Dreams by Duchess Flux via flickr

In the first one, the sun is hanging dangerously low in the sky and yet it’s not a very bright day. My family and I are in a pit that has a bit of turquoise water in the back and enough dry land in the front. In the beginning we all stand precariously by the edge and watch. I am carrying Chiru who is delighted by the water. His mother is standing with his father, holding hands. They are both getting into the water. Then we all slowly walk towards the water. We are happy, there is chatter in the air, there are many families who are laughing and throwing handful of water on each other.

Suddenly the water goes back and we don’t suspect anything bad will happen because there isn’t enough water to drown us all. But with a nasty speed, a wave of water lunges at us like an anaconda, hitting us all squarely in the face and back to the edge of the pit. I hold Chiru tightly because he looks scared and it worries me that he’s not crying.

The sky breaks into multiple hues of the strongest purple I have ever seen. There is thunder and everytime it is heard, the purple becomes a shade darker. We all move at once to scurry out when four big boulders come in a menacing speed to kill us. But they all come at the same time, so they get stuck to each other at the top of the pit. It is funny but we don’t laugh. And it must seem darker now because I can only see purple everywhere.

Heaven's gate by Kainet via flickr

Heaven’s gate by Kainet via flickr

I wake up and still in my drowsy state, I try to go back to the dream to rescue myself and the family. Maybe dad has organised vehicles or a plane. Mintu is bound to get lost. We must make sure to hold each other’s hands.

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In the next, I am watching a film but soon, I am inside the film. It is Golden Star Ganesh’s hit film – (not mungaru male) and has Sonu Nigam singing. The heroine has left him in my dream also (!) and he is singing mournfully. Flashback – goondas have kidnapped her and we are all on some hill. I am waiting for Ganesh to come save her but just when he has arrived, goondas cover her mouth and take her inside. Suddenly I am flung back and I wonder if I can rescue her if I throw snakes on the goondas. All around me are big anacondas. Bigger than the ones I have seen in films, bigger than anything I have seen. They seem brilliantly alive and yet they are muted, like someone said statue to them or something.

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In the next, I am a boy and I am waiting to make out with my girlfriend. She is wearing a hot pink top and a black skirt (something that I have always wanted to wear) but I am a good boyfriend so I am waiting to drop her back home on time. But she wants to do me and keeps telling me that her curfew is 8:45 pm, not 8:00 so I take her to my home. Suddenly she is not wearing the hot pink top anymore. She is now wearing Aishwarya Rai’s blue fairy tale dress, without the fluffy skirt. It’s shorter and I’m hornier than I’ve ever been. We do the deed quickly and then I go to my computer to finish writing an article that’s due.

Image Credits: Reuters Pictures

Image Credits: Reuters Pictures

I barely finish when she wakes up so I have to take her home. We sneak out and then I wake up.

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Best way to begin a Sunday.

Sleep

Two tabs are open right now. One of them says 10 tips to prevent pms naturally. My head is throbbing with a pain I know is going to get worse when the sun is fully up. Trucks are swaying past my house, dogs are barking their 5:00 am great barks and I am wondering what it would take to finally stop thinking and start living, or sleeping at least. How I wish I thought lesser of life and people, especially when I am jerked out of sleep at 4 in the morning and there is just but a moment’s time before I reach for that wretched phone and before I know it, there’s life and people and facebook and somehow I am left alone to make amends with the fact that sleep has eluded me forever that night. I am sorry, 4 in the morning is night, even 5, and 5:30 are night, not mornings. Idiot. A two wheeler just whistled by. My eyes are beginning to gather weight around them and this I know will pull me down for the rest of the day. I want to sleep now but can’t because waking up an hour later would be a pain and I would be more restless than ever. Nights that I can sleep, I wonder how I do it. Is my body calm and peaceful and arms listlessly cast aside, like they don’t care about my body anymore? Are they moving quietly with my breath? How many times do I change positions when I am asleep. How I wish I could sleep now.