I woke up today at 0335 or so from a nightmare, when I rarely wake up from nightmares anymore …
My mother had gotten me admitted into another school, and it was the first day of school when my dream started. By accident I had put on the uniform of my old school, but my bus was about to come, and I didn’t want to be late, so I scrambled back and threw the new uniform into my bag. I left the house, and waited at the place the bus is supposed to come. But it didn’t. For some reason, it didn’t. At this point [I can’t quite remember the details], I met someone, an older, college going friend of mine. I hung out with my friend for a while.. He had a car, we drove around a little bit… But we still wondered, why the bus didn’t come. We saw the bus after a while though, it stopped at a red light near an important crossing. We intercepted it, I got on from the door and asked the driver, “Aaj JVT mei bus kyu nahi aayi?” [why did the bus not come to JVT, which is my bus stop, and where I live] .. He said, “Seniors ke liye aaj school bandh hai kyunki aaj Chicken Day hai.” [The school today is closed for seniors, because it’s chicken day.] O_O
So after this my father he picked me up, and we went to a restaurant for lunch … I met some of my older friends there, and they were telling me about how, when they go to restaurants they eat only desserts… When we were done with the buffet lunch we went to an ice cream parlour… where the craziness started. I was just done eating my ice cream [and talking about chicken day with my father, he didn’t look exactly like my father, but a distorted version of him, but he was still my dad] when in the middle of the shop, a small man in glasses and a white coat, started acting strangely. He was flailing his arms around, trying to hit people. Someone opened the door and he went outside …
Pure chaos ensued. This man started savagely beating other men outside, to the point of drawing blood, and other men like him appeared from around the corner. They had some kind of bombs shaped like Cameras and they threw one into the doorway of the Ice Cream parlour. It blew up and the people who were around it also became zombified?, much like the people outside the door. Now it had become a fight for survival with these 5-6 zombie-esque people trying to kill all the people in the shop. We did our best to push them out of the store, and I was involved in the fighting with the zombies too. We had no weapons, but these zombies were slow. They were slow and they wouldn’t bite. But they did throw some of the camera bombs into the shop once in a while.. Luckily we knew what these would do already and successfully kicked them outside before they would blow up.
The fighting continued, it was violent and bloody but still very slow. People were dying and zombies were dying too. Weirdly there were no female zombies. Now a zombie entered with a camera in his hand. He took the camera, held it in front of my father, and took a picture. The camera didn’t explode this time but it was a real camera. Me and my father [in a monster like rage] slammed the zombie into the edge of the glass door, smashing the door and leaving the zombie dead on the floor. We picked up the camera and saw the photo [it was a digital camera], it was a photo of my father a moment before he thought he would be dying with a very distorted and angry, almost animal face. My father then said, “The Perfect Picture?”, and then made that face again…
Then I woke up, seeing my father like that.. Throughout the dream there was some kind of haze, and a darkness, though it was afternoon when the fighting with the zombies started… But it still felt like, complete desolation in this world, and I thought this fight for survival was probably not going to help us … I laid in bed for some time, thinking bout the dream … I haven’t had nightmares like this in a long time. S:
Finally .. My Dream Recall kicked in again, for the first time after the exams. FINALLY.
Even though some of it isn´t very clear, I´ll begin where I can remember from.
As far as I remember, this dream took place where I live right now. Sector 56, Gurgaon. I was, as usual chillin. Then one day, as I went down (I usually go down to get milk and bread), there was something that was exciting all the people around me, and it involved me. I don´t know how I knew. I also have to mention that the grass of the park downstairs was all overgrown and unkempt, which is a stark contrast from reality. Anyhow, I was walking towards the centre of attention, which was, someone´s house. All throughout the road to the house, people swarmed and stared at me.
When I reached the house, and I entered, there was a couple inside. They were middle aged, and well-to-do. They had found out that their daughter was in a relationship with some evil lesbian girl, and they wanted me to sabotage their date and bring their daughter back to them. I wasn´t particularly interested in this, but 30 grand sounded nice, I could use a new laptop.
So I complied, and when I saw the place of their meeting, both were present. There was something supernatural about the other girl, she had a very elongated tongue that could reach her eyes if she so wished, and happened to be weirdly pointed. I entered the restaurant. It was a small, one roomed restaurant. The lighting was dim, but there were dim lights all over the restaurant, and there was a reddish tint to them. As soon as I entered, the supernatural lesbian exited and put on some kind of helmet. For some reason I was enraged and threw a rock at her head. The helmet gave in and soon she was gazing at the stars with the stillness of death in her eyes. I rescued my client´s daughter and took her home.
Now, as I was on my way back home, thinking of my new laptop, the police showed up. Investigations for the murdered lesbian were on, and I was surely worried. Everyone knew, but those people were my brothers and sisters, and they wouldn´t snitch on me. As I was on my way up the stairs (which was also now full of people) I saw an old friend of mine. This old friend happened to be the captain of the football club I played at. He was fairly determined, that to get the heat off, he would tell the police that I murdered the chick. I don´t know why he wanted to do this. Maybe he wanted to get the heat off his own guys.
Anyways, I told him categorically, NOT to. (This is when the dream gets weird.) I was on my way downstairs, just to survey the police movement. They definitely weren´t on to me yet. & From everyday practice (in real life too) I knew how to walk ¨unsuspiciously¨ when the cops were around. I went to the juice man in my society and ordered a medium mixed. I started drinking the maroon liquid. Down the road, a column of animals approached. There were all kinds of animals being ridden by all kinds of other animals. An elephant being ridden by an owl, a giant walking parrot, etc.
This new developments weren´t going down too well with me, and I decided to go home. Again I received information from my old captain that he would snitch. Again I told him not to. I walked. When I reached the park, I saw some kind of weird movement of cloth on the same street as I walked on, a couple of meters away. This was some altogether weird kind of creature. Little flags of cloth bound together with white rope (?). It seemed to be following me. As I kept walking without paying no attention I saw that this weird creature could transform. It transformed, becoming a carpet of grass, invisible on the park floor, it transformed into a little dog, it transformed into another human being. It told me that mice have horrible lives, and snakes live like kings. I wondered whether the money and the laptop were worth it. I wanted to be a snake! I wanted to be free! … [The rest of the dream is hazy …, except for some talk with this weird creature]
I was at the mall with my sister. We were roaming around, and all was fine. Some of her friends then showed up. They wanted to smoke with us, and I wanted to take them to a park nearby. I don´t know why but her friends took it in a very weirdly negative way. I suddenly felt that they were ¨wannabe stoners¨ and what not. Then one of them said to me, ¨What the park is to you, the mall is to us.¨
I was quite disappointed, angry and embarrassed. I was roaming around in the mall for a while. Some motorcycle called AMX was offering test drives inside the mall. I took it for a spin (I dont know how to ride a motorcycle iRL).
The mall was MGF mall, but in the dream it was quite different.
AHHHHHHHHHHH. Yesterday I had a really freaky dream.
It began when I realised that my father had been posted to a place called Wellington (he was in the Air Force). In my dream, there was no school there, and I was told to accept the fact that I won´t go to school for some years. This to my surprise, didn´t surprise me, but I asked my father to put me in a boarding school elsewhere. Wellington in my dream was a beautiful place, with greenery all around. But I didn´t know anyone there. On the evening of my arrival, there was a party which I went to. Somehow most of my current friends (those with defence backgrounds) were present. We were all hanging out somewhere away from all the adult officers and their wives. Suddenly one of my friend´s fathers comes around while we were near a group of toilet cubicals, which were arranged in a maze. He starts beating his son as I was sitting in one of the cubicals. My cubical was exceptionally short because he reached over it and started to beat me too. I retaliated, parried, dodged and tried to kick him but his ¨adult¨ strength was too much. He left soon, and as I was going to my father to beg him to somehow take me away from Wellington, the alarm rang and I woke up.
Ah I had around 2-3 dreams that I remember having yesterday. But I only remember the details of one.
We were sitting around our 10th grade math teacher, he was explaining Matrices (which we have in 12th grade) while drawing circles on the board. o.O . A poor child was standing a little away from the group, just looking, I´m quite sure he didn´t speak English but he really wanted to learn math. He was not wearing our school uniform, instead he was wearing a red shirt with dark blue sleeves. I think he was invisible to all but me.
Yesterday I kept a notebook and pen right next to my bed with the intention of writing down my dreams. Also chanted a mantra before going to bed with the intention of MILDing. It was a great success, I wrote down 3 dreams.
1. I visited my old school in Israel, where somehow, my current friends from here were also present. It was weird as hell, my best friends there weren´t too happy with me. I was watching all my friends play basketball through some random window (I think it was in my current house) … and then it transitioned into another dream.
2. 3 of my current friends committed suicide in this dream. D: The first one I can´t remember how, the second was bitten by a spider or some kind of insect and then he jumped out of the window. The third slit his throat while jumping out of the window.
3. In the third dream, I was in a very large book/grocery store. There were a lot of strange foreigners there. Some Korean woman was looking in the popular fantasy section for some book on ¨cell warfare¨. I remember I was looking for the larger book sections, I wanted to buy a book by China Mieville. I went upstairs to where it usually is, and there was a fucking Tablet there with Kindle installed in it. I felt so horrible. As soon as I started using it, it turned into some Windows thing, running on some old version of Windows, but it had a touch interface. How was I supposed to buy books?