Journal of my Crazy Dreams

Posting after a long time. This was a dream a few days earlier:

It seems like an old city I am in, doesn’t look modern at all, sort of like older times. There are rickshaws, cycles, buses on the road. And I am with this girl, she is new in town, good looking and a very old friend actually, and we are going to this movie. I am super happy and the girl too. We had a little dinner at a place and then decided to go to the theater to get the tickets. Since the tickets were not available, I had to buy them in black. In any case, we get our seats and its around still 8pm and the movie is about to start at 8:30pm. At that moment, I got a call from the nearest pay phone and turns out some old friend of mine from school is back in town. I tell her, that wait for me a little while, and I will be back in a moment. She didn’t have a problem.

I set off leaving her all alone at her seat in the theater and I grabbed a bus to go to a fairly distant place. The place seemed little far and I started to panic if I will get late, but my clock relieved me by showing its just a few minutes past. I came down at a place were my friend is staying and he has thrown a proper party in his return. As he insisted I had a couple of drinks, danced a lot, had fun. Meanwhile checked my watch and it shows 8:10pm only.

Few minutes later, my friend says lets go for a ride. I said ok since there are enough time for me to get back. We are driving, in his old school car, quite drunk, quite a long distance. After a while turns out the friend’s car breaks down. After waiting for a while on the empty road, we hitchhike a truck to get back to his place. Unfortunately the truck took us in quite opposite direction and we being already in a drunken state, we have started to worry. A lot of more things happen and I sincerely don’t remember any of that.

We somehow got a taxi, which run in his part of town, and are coming back. We started to get followed by some gangsters who want to take all our money. After quite a thrilling chase, and me continuously worried about if I have time to get back to the girl at the theater, we somehow managed to get back and not to get robbed. I dropped my friend to his place, said goodbye to him, and set off to hurry back at the theater, with my watch still showing 8:15pm. My purse is lost, so waited at the side of the road for seemingly quite a long time, and finally got a lift.

After checking my watch which shows 8:20pm, I see the sun is rising, I couldn’t believe it. The gentlemen says its early morning and my watch has gone slow because it needs winding up every 24 hours which I have forgotten to do, and thus its still showing 8:20pm. I feel so bad, all kinds of negative feelings start rushing into my brain, I left that girl alone in the theater…

And my dream breaks. It was so terrible. I was so unhappy that the dream stopped then and I couldn’t do anything after I realized that I screwed up pretty bad in the dream. At that moment, I cared shit about my real life, and wanted to go back to the dream to make things right.

It is interesting to see that my dream created this world of older times like those of 70s etc., put me in it but left me as my present self. If I created that world myself, why did not I gave myself the knowledge that my watch needs winding up?

Connections with real life: personal.

This was yesterday night’s dream:

Its a normal day, I wake up, go for a brush, get ready, go to lab, take coffee, play some games, did a little work, think about the chick I like (Lets call her Girl#1), rant about some stupid things… it is going very regular. With all the usual problems in life that everyone has, me, a perfectly normal person, spends his day as normally as he can, as everyone does. Friends decide lets order pizza for dinner, watched a movie in the night, again rant about the same things we do everyday, talk about Girl#1, something like, she doesnt talk much and that she aint that cool since she listens to some stupid folk music, its lame, then I played some games on PSP, etc etc. Things could not be more normal.

Something is different, however. I am hearing voices, they are not any understandible language, neither are they human, they are just mumblings. Freaked for a moment, I shook my head to see if it was just a feeling. There is no one around. The voices go a little louder, what is happening? My friends come over to my room, they talk about all the things everyday, but I am not able to concentrate, the voices are becoming irritating. I scratch my head hard, the voices start panicing real bad. The panics scared me, I took my hand off my head, the voices became a little relieved but it felt like me scratching my head caused some sort of disaster for them. Oh my God! Are there people living on my head? Where? Inside my brain or on my scalp? Or on my hair? I have no idea, I cannot understand them. But I do understand that they all feel pain when I shake my head or scratch it or worse if I try to pour water or apply shampoo. Oh no, when that shampoo goes in my eyes, it burns! What will happen to them? I think I am going crazy.

Taking the heavy head, keeping it as balanced as I can, I go to lab, sit in front of my terminal, I try starting my usual web browsing… but I am not able to concentrate. Aarrgh the voices! I thought lets play some games, I always like playing game, and they always help me. No! I am not able to even play games either! Can I work? Of course not! “Hey do I want a coffee?” I have no idea if I want a coffee! My guide asks me to do somethings, but I cannot understand what those things are. Oh man, this is not good.

Days passed by like that, each day seems longer and longer. I am not taking shower, not moving much, not talking to most people, because I mostly cant. People are starting to stare at me. My close friends ask me if I need help, but who is gonna believe me? Oh man, this is not good. Shit, all the chicks will think this dude is a psycho. But I dont care really, I have a much bigger problem in my head. This is crazy, or I think I am going crazy. Nothing else is there in my life but those voices. My parents call to tell me the usual things at home and ask me about my health and all. I somehow tell them the generic answers. There is some rock show going on closer to our hostel, everyone is going. I cannot go of course, I cannot head bang. I stay quietly in my room, listening to those voices.

It seems they start singing some tune whenever I am shaking my head or if unintentionally my head gets some damage. There must be people living on my head. Thats why when disaster comes, they possibly start praying. Who do they pray to? Do they know me? I bet not, and I bet they have no idea where they are living. I keep hearing voices, I watch my friends doing their regular work, keeping up with the fast paced life, but I hear voices. Sometimes the voices go violent, I even hear explosions and many panics. I did not shake my head, then why are you screaming? I try explaining them in my head that I am doing what I can, but they have to stop fighting among themselves. I dont know if my voice goes to them, it will be good if it does. But they are mostly calm and good people.

A month have passed by. Overwhelmed and disgruntled from everyday life’s regulations, which I am absolutely not able to keep up to, one day I go to this small hill where there is a small garden. Many people come there, sit quitely, hear the birds chirp and see the beautiful trees, the whole city is visible from there. Its a nice place. The voices are still there but I think I am use to them now. Some moments later, I see Girl#1 roaming around the garden between the flowers… wow she is so good looking. Wait a second, why is she coming towards me? Not that I care about anything in this world now, or about her. But I am curious why she is coming towards me.

She comes and sits with me, she says, “It’s a big responsibility, isn’t it?”, she continues, “Sometimes they seem like a burden to me, but what can I do, they are people, I cannot just discard them”. She keeps talking with her beautiful voice, this voice I can clearly hear within the noises from my head. Her voice is so smooth. The noises in my head seem to go down a bit, it looks like even they like her voice. We kept chatting, share our feelings towards our situation. She even gave me some tips, like she listens to some folk music, that keeps the people on her head calm and peaceful. She understands me. After a while, the day goes down, clouds start moving faster, people fast forwarding, the whole city fast forwards. For the first time it feels the voices are not a burden, at least I am with her because of them. After a little more while, I am able to see day and night cycle within my 5 minutes. She talks and I listen. I determine myself, I can do this for all eternity and take care of the people on my head only if, she is there beside me. We keep sitting there, talking and talking, and talking….. forever.

Connections with real life: Trying to figure out, but it was a beautiful dream, I will never forget

This was yesterday night’s dream:

Me and pati are going at some hardware shop as he has to get his cdrom drive or something replaced. Its located at some distant location so there’s a nice shortcut to reach it and we are very well familiar with it. The APSRTC bus drops us at a location from where we have to walk: first through a quiet village, then some even quieter abandoned factory, and then a colony and finally city areas where the shop is located. The bus can come here through main road but its just that it would take a lot of time.

Any way, so we land out of bus and walk past the village talking on one of our regular topics of which girl is hot or not. Suddenly a mad bull comes roaring around and kicks a poor village guy out of his cycle and kills him quite brutally. Scared we both start running along the shortcut so that we reach the city areas soon. Seeing us 2 lads running, the bull starts chasing us. We keep running for a long time through the factory and it seems the bull has lost vision of us. Good, but we still decide to move fast and to get out of the quiet lands as it felt spooky.

Suddenly when we are about to come out of factory area, a team of 5 bandits come running, laughing, and threatening us that ‘they’ will kill you all. We are like wtf? whats the day today? We see 2-3 gentlemen also running behind these bandits, who confuse us with the bandits as well and start screaming at us. We, of course, raise our hands for safety and thank God they don’t do anything to us. However the bandits are not gone and they have burning-petrol-bottles ready to set fire, and they toss it towards us, quite a good number of them. We both run to safety, but one of the gentlemen catches fire vigorously. Bandits use this opportunity to bug out. People start holding the man on fire, snatching him, screaming for help. I see a red fire extinguisher at the wall which I run towards, and open all its wrath on the poor person. With all the fire gone he catches his breath back. He thanks me and asks me my name.

A change of paragraph is important here. He asks my name and I tell him ‘Shiben’ (what else?). He says, “Oh you are a student of Dr. PJN, I heard he has given you a lot of work… what are you doing here when you have so much work to do?”. And the dream ends… just like other dreams in which I am about to die or some giant King Kong just gave me a punch.

Connections with real life: It seems that doing my project work is highly important right now, it is even more important than saving people’s lives. May be the dream was telling me to stop playing games which also involves saving people’s lives.

This is two day old dream

Me, pati, vidit, are some kind of soldiers fighting rounds against another team. A lot like Counter Strike, or you can say completely like that, just that its real! We are each holding guns, AK47, and running around shooting etc.

At the round starting time, we go to parry. He is sitting behind a table and is selling ammo and guns. Every round we go to him, we pay him some money and he gives us stuff. Then we rush to do something, I dont remember what. But I remember coming back to parry at the round starting.

We start losing a lot and after sometime we go to parry and he says, he doesn’t have anything, everything is over. Shop is closed. We are like, we have to fight, else we will have to accept defeat! He says, he cannot do anything, ammo is over, all resources over. We get depressed and that’s when I wake up.

Connections to real life: Counter Strike gaming. Playing Age with parry is difficult he being good at management of resources – is possibly the connection with Parry managing guns etc.

This is 1 week old dream

I am in my home, in home town. My mom and dad both are there, and we are having a good time. It is almost evening time, around 6pm, mom usually does pooja at that time, dad also. Anyway, so I am at my regular location, in front of television. In that same room where I am sitting, a closet exists, which usually is used to store all kinds of clothes (duh).

Suddenly, the closet moves by itself, opens up and someone comes out of it, some face I have seen in IIIT, no idea who, but someone. He gives me a look as this is usual and goes towards the back door to go out. I stop him and ask him, “Whats the deal man? What were you doing in my closet? And what is this all about?” He says it’s no big deal and smiles and just goes out. I, still confused, go back to the television.

After a while another guy comes out of the closet, and after sometime someone else, and around 5-6 people come out of that closet. I am totally confused at what is happening, like a child, run to my mother asking her what the hell is happening. Just at the moment, another guy comes out and this time I grab him (like the way US-police does, one hand locked in the behind and other around fugitives chest) and threaten him and ask him to tell me what is going on.

To my surprise, that guy says, “Just let me go, its fine, just let me go!” I am like, how can I just let him go, this is totally unusual. My mom also says, just let the boy go, dad come over and he also pays sympathy to the guy and tell me to let him go…. Thats when I wake up.

Connections to real life: Home sickness. No idea what was the closet thing was all about ??

This is yesterday night’s dream

I am in some city and have come to take admission in a supposedly really good college (possibly ) which has crazy placements. People are getting placed directly to positions of CEO etc. So after my ‘MS by Research’ from IIIT, I take this new degree as a good opportunity for myself to learn new things. Also being a graduate from IIIT these guys were glad to give me admission.

So I arrive at this institute, looked like an old local school. I became a little skeptic if this is the correct place. I went to fill in the fees which are some Rs 50K from my credit card. The college has a dress code with checker shirt, blue blazers and mini skirts for girls. For boys I haven’t seen. People looked quite young and professors looked mostly grotesque. It felt as if I am in a whole different world, but still the feel of reality was there.

This professor, who looks like Pierce Brosnan, approaches me and tells me that I should enroll in his house. I thought this is the same house bullshit as was in IIIT but as explained by him, houses are pretty different things here. The professors of the houses literally teach their students extra stuff and some serious competition goes on between the only two houses existing in the college. In fact, companies look which house performed better, and which house to take students from.

Being such a big deal I said alright to him. Sometime later, another professor, who looked a lot like Moody from Potter, came to me to ask me into his house. I say sorry as I have already have enrolled in that other house. He becomes pretty furious and goes away.

I am enjoying the college, going to places, talking to girls, using the locker system like we see in movies. I go to the 3rd floor just to explore it, but I see that its all abandoned . “No one comes to the third floor”, says the only guard sitting in the dark and asks a question “Why have to come here?”. I a little scared tell him that I will just go down. But he gives me a pistol and tells me that it will help me. Glad holding pistol, I come down.

I turn to find out that my credit card has bounced and fees was not filled. No problem, as I go to the fee counter and fill the fees again. Now I am sitting at the library when I get a note from a pion that my credit card has bounced again. As I get up to react, that Moody like professor comes and says, “Credit Card bounce, huh? Hmm… sad. You know I did that!”. Astonished I am speechless and to the silence he breaks with, “You know if you come to my side, I will fill your fees and you may not have to use your credit card again!”. I am totally surprised by all this and leave the room telling him that I will think about it.

As the James Bond like Prof. looked more reliable I go to ask him whats the deal with this place? Listening to my encounters, he says that this is a college for extra ordinary people. He asks me “How do you think 2 people opened a small stupid company Google and made it that famous? Why did windows became so the verdict? How did IBM came about and became an important word in everyone’s life?” Being about to say the usual things I have read on the internet, the prof pulls out a injection out of his pocket, slashes it to his wrist, and he starts firing fire-balls at me. Totally scared I try to run but he makes me sit and tells me “All those big people are graduates from this school. They all came as losers but went out as the winners of the worlds. It isn’t possible just by technology or the right mind, Magic was a very important deal they used in their triumph. That’s what this school is about. And we see potential in you, we desperately need you in our house”

Totally confused and surprised, I tell him that I am leaving the college right now. My credit card was bounced so I didn’t payed the fees anyway, leaving wasn’t going to be the problem. He was ok with it as he thought probably I didn’t belong here. But he gave his fire power to me saying that I will need it.

As I am about to leave the college I get blown away by the moody like professor. He is extremely angry upon leaving and starts literally killing me with his electric, fire, snow and all kinds of powers while flying in mid air. I try to shoot him with my pistol and he mocks them with his evil laugh. I try to use the fire power I got from the other professor, and he becomes even more angry that he gave me some powers. He starts hitting me even hard being terribly angry and his whole body burning in fury. Thats when I wake up.

Connections to real life: Plasmids of Bioshock, Hogwarts from Harry Potter, Girls, Thoughts about further studies.

This dream is about 1 week old

I am a Russian soldier and with 4 of my comrades, I am going through the devastated land of some Russian City, it is all on fire and walls have crumbled everywhere. Debris is all you can see all around. All of us are holding our AK-47 and are following our captain who is leading us to some place. Suddenly we see a beautiful, highly fair and hot girl dressed up in a small top and a mini skirt. She doesn’t seem to see us for some reason, she is tired and is yawning, but we 5 are gawking at her like crazy.

Captain screams that we are not supposed to stand at one place, we have to keep moving as we had to infiltrate a building and clean it off enemies. Disappointed, we stop staring at her and go again on our path to glory. Thats where the dream ends.

Connections to real life: Game Call of Duty scenario, the girl was from IIIT.

This dream is about 1 month old

I am with my cousins in Delhi. It’s a trip with the whole family, mom, dad, sister, uncle, aunt etc. We are in middle of Ganga river and Qutub Minar is standing in between it (wonder why is that). Me and my cousin know how to swim so we are swimming the whole 1 km on the river to reach the tower. My mom and sister are as usual scolding me about the things I do.

After some swimming, me and my 3 cousins reach the tower base to climb it. Suddenly while climbing the tower, it seemed as if the tower is made of cardboard boxes, the tour-guide assures everyone this is the usual way it goes. Anyway we climb and reach the top room, which is made of all cardboards. When when we all go at just one side of the tower, the towers leaning over… suddenly something breaks in the bottom and the tall tower starts falling down to the river with we being at the top room. Thats when the dream ends.

Connections to real life: Cousins live in Delhi, Mom and sister are always scolding me.

I mean, this is totally ridiculous, blogspot is taking hellova time and its pissing me off. I cannot open the site to post!

I really dont know, but it seems I will have to shift to wordpress. Anyway I am using it, will start using it full-fledge

EDIT: Please go to http://shiben.blogspot.com/ to visit my blog. For the interim blogger is not pissing me off.

EDIT: Ok now I know what to do with this blog of mine. I will maintain a journal of my crazy dreams, the ones which i can remember. Starting from next post