LONG POST AHEAD….
“Nice but isn’t the dream scene is kinda an ancient idea?” Director asked. “Ancient pieces are antique pieces sir” I was smiling with a glimpse of pride in my eyes and when my glance averted I saw my mother with pursed lips. WARNING bell alarmed in my head! But what she’s doing here in the shooting spot???
“I’m never waking you up again!” I hear her scoffing and suddenly I felt too hot. It started sweating and that made my eyes pop open and finally i realised she performed that wicked ritual of switching off the fan which she thought a wonderful trick to get me out of my bed!
“Where am I?” drowsy me hissed. “Stop acting and quoting the famous line every person at hangover mutters! You never know what that poison even smell like. Now if you don’t get ready, better prepare for consequences.”
“I’ll try to act frightened tomorrow” I mocked my seventh sense before getting up to start my mundane morning!
But that dream of me being an assistant director suggesting scene sequences to Mr.Manirathnam kept myself so refreshed and cheerful throughout that day. And how I wish I would dream amazing things every night like that.
Dreaming is a form of mental activity, different from waking thought, that occurs during sleep is what they stated. But hey doesn’t that sound too monotonous?
Dreams meant to me as an amazing, awe filling, hilarious, adventurous, spinechilling and addicting realistic movie that is jumbled which has no editor to sort it out that helps the viewer to make any sense out of it! Well, some seriously disturbing and tragic scenes are deliberately categorised as nightmares!
We never know how powerful those dreams are which sometimes influence our routine life and thoughts more than we anticipated. They might either lit up our spirit or sink our whole day in depression expecting bad stuffs to happen!
For instance, I had this weird dream that nearly murdered me! Let me narrate what i remember.
There’s water. Water everywhere I turn (I found I was literally turning my neck left and right wildly in sleep after I felt that pain at neck joint bones was real!) flowing out of my…. washing machine (!!)
standing on a mountain that has doors where it leads to my bedroom (That’s INSANE!). I found my little brother swimming on the sink laughing hysterically. (wait my brother became a Lilliputian?) Even in my dreams he never cease to annoy me! Ignoring him was the only thing I could relate to my real life.
Then walking few steps forward, i was shocked and shattered to see my favorite dress soaked getting its way out of my cupboard . I try to grab it and save but I can’t reach it. Suddenly my brother cries for help since the sink turned into what it seemed like water-tornado. But at the other end my dress is getting away from me.
WHO THE HELL I CHOOSE?
Tough situation right! But I’m a strong woman in making quick clever decisions. (lying people will go to hell) Yeah I chose my favorite dazzling but currently soaked dress over my crying brother. Stop! don’t you dare call me a psycho! Even in dreams my subconscious is aware that he knew to swim.
PS: how can I forget that he saved me while I lost my grip and sank for 5 seconds and made a scene like I’ll die during that visit to some water body in my eleventh grade!!!
My dress is a poor thing which needs actual help right?! So when I made my way to cupboard with great difficulty and when i opened it I found… Myself!
Myself wearing that dress and sitting on a shelf with my hair loose ( I’m blessed with parched untamed curly hair! So imagine how scary i would have looked) and jaws open with some green color Candy on my tongue (half eaten I suppose) but eyes closed (thank god!). What? Am I ??
D.E.A.D I heard some voice whispering…
I was running. Like a freak. At one stage I confirmed I’m the incarnation of the flash of this planet. (Flash fans we’ll deal this matter privately.) But in just an eye blink, I slipped in my toilet ( what the hell!) and went into the hole becoming maller and smaller at every swirl…!
I woke up with damp cheeks, red eyes and soaked pillows covers. I sobbed softly even after that dream and finding it was still dawn I returned back to sleep!
I do know whether I can call it a nightmare or just an adventurous dream that gave me goosebumps. Because every detail of my washing machine, bedroom and even toilet was accurate. I never have seen myself this scary so far. May be the only perk I got out of this creepy visuals was seeing myself from other’s perspective. (Don’t smile, I was just trying sarcasm on myself)
So how dreams get so realistic? How just less than 10 minutes sequels can be this much influencing and disturbing? And above all, what big sin I made to have such an embarrassing dream?
Wait! Do you expect me to tell you that I browsed and searched to find answers for all this WH questions and show off? Sorry! I never tried though I wanted to. I’m procrastination Queen ruling my far stretched land majestically bearing the name lazy where sloths live wearing leathar(gic)coats!
But eventually I shared this dream with my family who just paid no heed saying it was all probably because I was watching too many psycho killer movies and making a scrap book of disaster management and “LOVE” my brother too much! (Got an idea where my exceptional sarcasm skills came from?)
However they were half true. I read thriller novels and my imagination of those scenes fascinated me. So yes! I was doing my project for social science on tsunami. So yes! But hey isn’t it mandatory for a girl to love his adorable younger brother. Too much pressure. So that too was right!
Life was peaceful aftermath until I happen to read an article with a scary title “prophetic dreams“…
*Wayward witches from Macbeth buzz around my head like flies*
This is what the scary part I came across: In a prophetic dream, you see the future through your dream. God why???
How? Just how just a single sentence can bring life to all those old wounds? Ew! I never want to roll like a ball to sit in my cupboard that too wearing my favorite well ironed dress!
Noooo! I don’t want to disappear in a toilet flush! YUCK.
So how I can make sure this is going to happen? And how can I escape from it? I don’t want my crime novels , horror movies and my food, sleep and mobile using habits (my mother will find her way finally to these. I swear!) to be the scapegoats. So this time I ostracised myself from my queendom and searched for the solution to my recklessness.
Fortunately I found it before they push me into rehabilitation centre where I should have been locked up even before because of ENGINEERING (well! We will discuss it later) what I found is:
It is difficult to determine that a dream is prophetic because we can only confirm such a dream after it has taken place. Even then, we only hear of the success stories.(those are fictions in my case! *SWAG emoticon*) .There are so many other dreams that do not come true.(ahh! This is what I died to hear).
Thus, prophetic dream may just be mere coincidences.(wait what??!)….
Since I have successfully accomplished my search and got what i want to hear (forget the last line) I was sleeping peacefully. Until i got the visuals of harry potter flying on that blue whale from that dangerous game. And something like when I wait for my food to come at a hotel, noodles coming out of the ground and crawl into my nose!!! ( I kicked my brother in sleep when I had this dream and from that night on he’s maintaining distance with me! May be I might have kicked him so hard where is shouldn’t have!!!)
I have dreamt of a figure wearing the mask from SCREAM series cutting my nails with his lunatic weapon(????!), and another one where my friend threatening me to watch game of thrones and when I refused my mother handed over a dead (oh! How I wish!) cockroach to her to make me obey my friend! (Cruel world)
There’s no specific connection between any of these things but I’m fascinated by my neurons’ fearsome creativity. (But bro, WHY ME?!)
Things didn’t stop there itself. I had this dream where dinosaur and I were friends but I should kill her like LARA CRAFT (damn! *blushing*) as she stole my most treasured hand kerchief and lied to me that she didn’t. (Disloyalty deserve death!)
From all these and many more amazing and hair raising dreams which I most of the times forgot after waking up, my favorite was this:
I was running. Yes just running. But wait I’m feeling a weight on my head and some heat. I smell my favorite something. But wait what’s my favorite smell? Its tea aroma right?! CRAAAP!
I was running balancing a tea cup on my head and someone is scream a warning that my head would blow off if I let that mug to fall on the ground! I try very hard to keep my balance. Oh my god. Please I don’t want my beautiful (huh?!) head to blow off just like that. But hey its falling, failing my balance. Failing. Falling. Failing. Falling…
[I heard Dr.Wells yelling Run Barry run in between! ( Seriously?) Or was that bagh milka bagh?? ]
My reflex is amazing that I caught it with my toe. I’m a genius!
I woke up with my heart in my mouth. I’m now a headless girl. Well, Virtually!
But the voice warned my head would blow off only if I let it fall to the ground! But I managed to catch it with my toes. Cheating! Cheating! Cheating! Must be my brother’s curse while I cheated giving him just a Munch whereas I looted big silk from fridge!
KARMA is a w(–)itch!
I closed my eyes and tried to reconnect with that specific “tea cup” dream channel again. But we know what happens when we very desperately want something.
*sad melodramatic love failure violin music plays*
And I went to sleep only to get woken up by my mom after what its seemed like just 10 seconds and that was the exact minute I was enjoying discussion about some dream scene with my idol as a blooming promising (!) film director. (Bad timing mom!)
So when those conventional people advise – “The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams” they don’t know not all those dreams are beautiful as they claim to.
So what I suggest is, its completely genuine in desiring to have a dream getting a Hogwarts letter today night but don’t freak out when Voldemort himself delivers it tomorrow morning! Instead transform yourself to a powerful wizard and fight back.
Because both the god and demon is within us but its up to our intellect to be a devil (what we are) under God’s (what we claim to) disguise and have try to have those “happily ever after”endings…
Dream like you already accomplished what you desire and in that way you can nullify the intensity of those insane nightmares that threatens your desire to dream…
For example, I’m gonna dream today night like I have become a popular favorite blog writer (wink-wink) who is still afraid of flush toilets! (*zipped mouth*)
After all, accepting your shortcomings is synonym to overcoming your fears and failures and eventually grabbing your destined success blanket right?!
Until another nightmare, bye…