Removing the Junk - Part 1

I was not exactly very imaginative as kid (except for when I used to hallucinate…more about that later), but what I lacked in a day, I more than made up during the nights. I get weirdest of dreams, even today. In the process of junk removal my brain comes up with craziest of visions, which would be lost unless I properly document them before they are forgotten. So here’s my attempt at writing my dreams as precisely as I can.

Girl in a Rowboat:
I’m sitting in a bathtub enjoying my bath; I notice that it’s a bathtub cum row boat simulator. I start rowing and suddenly a girl I know (or seem to know) appears and starts adjusting the flower arrangement placed on flushing tank of commode. I tell her about my bathtub cum row boat simulator. She comes and sits in bathtub cum row boat simulator (fully dressed) facing me and we start rowing. Then our bathtub turns into a community bath (surprisingly, dream me is not surprised by this). It’s a community bath from south India, Kerala to be precise…I have been here before (at least dream me has…cause he knows the place well). The whole place is loaded with colors and sounds of Kerala (I dream in color btw, unlike lot of people) and men in Mundu, taking holy bath. A pregnant lady goes behind a tree, then there’s collective applause and a man emerges with a baby in his hand. The baby looks too old to be a new born (btw I hate new borns, they are too fragile and sleep all the time, I like dog puppies more, but that’s not the topics here anyway). The girl in the row boat is well forgotten by now. The man carries the baby near another tree, takes out the scissors and cuts some of its hair, there’s another collective applause. The man and the baby go near a paned door (dream me doesn’t care that the door appeared suddenly out of nowhere) and the man points at something inside and baby starts laughing…..then I wake up confused, revise the whole sequence in my mind…and go back to sleep…

Martini with something tentacled:
We approached our table inside a pub with really nice ambience…very brightly colored yet very dimly lit. One of the more fashionable girl I know sits opposite me, my annoying office colleague sits on my right, another girl I only faintly know and haven’t seen for very long time in real life tells me something and goes to sit on a sofa, which is not exactly meant for our table but is bit further. There’s another guy sitting facing my annoying colleague, in whom the dream me is not interested at all somehow. We all order our drinks. My drink comes first…almost immediately. It’s bought in highly unusual fashion, two trays on top of each other with a glass in between. I keep struggling with the trays and hit the overhead lamp once or twice, much to the annoyance of my annoying colleague. The more glamorous girl wants to keep her purse on the upper tray but it’s full of some liquid. So I lift the upper tray and throw the liquid on my annoying colleague. Now she can keep her purse on the tray. So after settling down I take a first look at my drink. It’s a Martini with something floating in it; something triangular and tentacled (see the picture below). I lifted the glass and took a sip of the drink, it was sour as hell (I realized that I can even taste things in dreams…I’m really special it seems)….The drink was too strong and everything started becoming hazy, the dream me fainted…and actual me woke up…revised the whole dream…revised the earlier dream again….and went back to sleep


PS: Before I started this blog…I promised myself that I won’t use it to write gay personal diary…but then promises are meant to be broken!

PS2: There was also a dream about highly unusual demon or god, that was trying to torture me with his gaze…but I remember it only vaguely…he was green and had helmet with antennas…but that’s it…I don’t remember much otherwise….