This is just to jot down the events in my dream which occurred today. The events were disjointed and frankly nauseating. if you find yourself on this page by any chance, I'm sorry. This won't be interesting.
I don't know how dreams start so it would be foolish to try to remember how it exactly started so let's cut to the part where I actually remember something.
I was in the middle of a town. It was barren-ish and I don't remember seeing a lot of people there. In that world, I assumed this was normal and started... walking to complete my steps. Fuck, I had StepSetGo even in my dream. This is turning out to be an obsession, isn't it? Anyhoo, I walked for a bit and ended up at a place which kind of looked like the airport market area of Jamshedpur (Picture will be given) but with a jungle instead of ,well, an airport or rather an aerodrome.
Now, here the fun part begins. I saw a man coming from the forest and he did not look particularly friendly. However, he was the first person I had seen in this place, so I placed inherent trust in him and waited for him to come towards me. When he came closer, I actually saw what was going on and I kid you not, I think I wet my bed a little in real life. I'll describe what I saw even though the memory is going a bit fuzzy by now. He was bald ridiculously and by ridiculously, I mean, he had hair everywhere except the mid part of his skull. I don't remember his clothes but I think it was once of those tunics which pre-historic men wore and finally, in his hand was a baseball bat (Do people even play baseball in India or are my dreams also influenced by the West these days?). I'll google search serial killer and show you the picture of the closest person resembling that daanav.
For some reason, I did not think that he would offer me to play baseball with him. My response to a situation like this is always flight. I could amp up myself here and say that I was strong enough and confident enough to stand up to that serial killer and defend myself but I would be wrong. Initially, in the dream mind you, my legs froze and as stated before, I think I wet myself IRL. Then, I started running towards the path where I came from, not realizing that it was just me and him. I had nowhere to go. Nevertheless, I started running. Now, if you've ever run in your dreams, you know that this task is no joke. Your speed is comparable to a new born baby trying to walk for the first time. It's a little frustrating.
For a moment there, I thought that he would catch me, but it's my dream bitch, I am God here. So, I reached safely to the point where I had spawned buuuut now what? He could still just catch me and I would be dead. However, as stated before, I'm God here so "Let there be people" and boom there were people around me. Also, Mr. Serial Killer had apparently stopped chasing me and he was nowhere to be found. End of dream.
Not Really because after this my dream changed genres and became a road trip type movie, of sorts. Let me continue, you'll understand. So after the chase sequence ended, there was a cut and the next thing I know is that I'm in a car with some people going somewhere. We pass the place where I started running for my life and I think I saw my dear SerialK from a distance. I think he started chasing us again but even my dream state knows that a car is faster than a stupid killer.
After this, it cut to the car reaching a hotel/restaurant because food is important even in sleep. The car parked itself and that was the first time I saw the people in the car and I don't remember who they were. Did I forget the rest of the dream? I think I did. Let me just piece together the little bits that I do remember and then we'll call it a day.
The first person I met was a guy who was clearly Indian with an Indian accent but he claimed that he was from LA. He kind of sort of reminded me of someone I know even though their faces did not match. There were some other people based on the people I know in real life as well but I won't go into specifics because I know that this will be twisted into me dreaming about these people and there will be an unnecessary romantic angle inserted into a mundane dream.
The last thing I remember is us having food. I was with the LA guy and we were eating when this woman who gave off strong Karen vibes and again, reminded me of someone in real life, was loudly complaining about something but I don't remember what it was about. This led to her telling that she had gone abroad and thus she was special and demanded special treatment. Now that I think about it, what is this argument? So, LA guy got irritated and said that he was from LA and he should be getting special treatment if there was special treatment to be given to anyone. I did the logical thing and took all the remaining butter naans which they wanted to eat (there were others as well but I think they had completed their food) and gulped them down in a single bite.
This angered Karen even more because she didn't get special treatment and now she couldn't even eat. I think I finished the chicken as well. It was chicken tikka butter masala if I remember correctly. Thus, Karen did the logical thing here and turned into Mr. Serial Killer and there my dream ended.
Now my dream might have ended because of two reasons. 1) Karen/Mr. Serial Killer had killed me or 2) My maid had turned off the fan which woke me up.
That's for you to decide. Thank you guys so much for reading, even though I hope I am the only one reading this, and I will see you in the next post. Buh-Bye.
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