Journal of my Crazy Dreams

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 ??