How I wish to dream all day and stay away
from the real world so that I can have all the adventures and fun that I would
love to. Being an avid reader of novels which contain truck loads of fantasies,
magic and out of the world experiences, I have always anticipated on such a
life. Dreams are the best possible way to live your fantasies. I have always
wondered if dreams really have a meaning. Do they foretell our future or are
they just glimpses of past that we keep visiting? Some say it is a reflection
of what you have seen or experienced lately, others might just conclude it as
utter nonsense. We have often heard about déjà-vu moments, a feeling we might
have experienced prior but conveniently forgot about the same, it could be a
dream that we had a few days back.
So to speak last night I was present in 4
places at the same time. One moment I am having a haircut where my friend is
attending to my hair. I am requesting her to cut my hair in such a way that in
the end it should look like I am wearing a crown. She tries to make me
understand that short hair would not suit me but I won’t agree. The scene
changes I am still sitting in the chair which my friend had pulled up for me to
sit while getting the hair cut but the place is different. I am in one of my
aunt’s place whom I hate with all the hatred that exists in the world, she is
asking me to hurry up while she is carrying a big basket of flowers. She wants
me to make a flower rangoli before the commencement of some pooja at her place.
All I can see is different kinds of flowers which I have never seen before
different in colors, shapes and fragrances. For a moment I thought I was in the
middle of a flower market in Dadar. I somehow land up in a swimming pool where
I met a handsome guy who tries to teach me how to swim. Suddenly I remember
that my friend told me to close the back door which is adjacent to the swimming
pool because there is a serial killer out there and he can use the back door to
barge in. I almost reach the door and pull it close when someone tries to open
it, I forcefully manage to shut the door and run towards the swimming pool. Mr.
Hot who tried teaching me swimming tells me and a girl who was also present
there to hide ourselves inside the water. But I couldn’t understand why we
didn’t use our brains that anyone standing outside the pool can see what is
below the crystal clear water. The serial killer moves closer to the pool, notices
us and he lets out a sharp threatening laugh, I hold my breath and urine at the
same time. The last thing I want is to pass out and embarrass myself by
attending natures call when inside the swimming pool. We stare at him immersed
in water with utter disbelief; he has got a machine gun!! Mr. Hot lands himself
on the killer and drags him in the water and in the process I happen to snatch
away the gun from him. I pour the entire rounds of bullets in his body leaving
the water to turn bloody. After sometime there is no sign of anyone except me
standing in darkness and feeling like a winner who has accomplished the task,
the real reason I took birth was to kill the person who was on the loose
killing random and innocent people just to satisfy his psychotic ego.
I happened to google the interpretations
of my dreams and this is what it had to tell me:
Getting
a haircut: You get rid of all the negativities if you
happen to dream about cutting your hair. I can refer to this dream as I would
be starting my new job again after a year long stint of entrepreneurship. I
would be getting rid of the ghosts of my wretched luck!
Flowers: An auspicious beginning of something
new although I did not look up for the interpretation of my aunt whom I dislike!
This again relates to a new beginning in my life.
Swimming
pool: It symbolizes relaxation,
calmness, luxury and ease. It alternatively means that I should understand my
own feelings and make correct decisions. I wonder if someone is sponsoring me a
voucher for a spa massage, -wink-.
Killing
someone: If one
dreams about killing someone then probably you are suppressing a certain
characteristic of yourself which you may not be be very proud of.
The circle of dreams went on until the
wee hours of morning twisting and turning on its own. I had no power to stop
them, which made me realize that our life is a dream of its own kind. We cannot
predict our own future, life takes its own course of direction, flowing the way
it wants to. We have no power over our own life; all we can do is take certain
measures so that unpleasant situations do not arise. That is why we often refer
to things like our dream house or the prince charming of our dreams. What if we
are the characters of someone else’s dream?
