Well, can somebody tell me what the fuck dreams are for?
Of course, I am keeping daydreams out of the equation here. Daydreaming about ice creams and football are one of the extremely few rare joys left in my life.
I am talking about the Guusdamn dreams that come to a person once he/she is in the gentle embrace of Morpheus. Dunno about other people, but my dreams are as weird as Arsa players' hairs or Sanchettti's latest Bhao-Gobbling Avatar.
Now bear in mind that usually, when I take pain killers (and I do take quite a lot of them and quite frequently...a Heath Ledgeresque fate probably awaits....without the posthumous Oscar of course...the only things I will receive posthumously would be lots and lots of galis and curses from various peops) I usually get knocked out for arnd 10-12 hours. Critics opine that such a sleep can be described as sleeping like a log (though what research has been done to determine just when and how logs sleep is a matter worth pondering).
But lately (last couple of weeks), and despite guzzling 16 tablets a day (a significant amount of which are painkillers) I have been assailed by some seriously bat-shit crazy dreams.
For example,
One night I dreamt that I have somehow gone to this town where I don't see anyone but see a whole plethora of garishly multi-coloured buildings - all locked. So I went around taking pics and trying to enter but couldn't. So I was stranded on the roads in an empty city.
Next I dreamt that I was in a restaurant eating. But once food was consumed (thankfully there was no bhindi) and bill was paid, I found out that my footwear has gone awol. So I was stuck inside the place with people giving me funny looks.
My next dream took a definite morbid and macabre turn. It involved looking at a ram which has been skinned alive. The ram was grunting in pain and I tried to help it but was as usual completely useless.
Just to complete the weirdness spectrum, my next dream involved a fight between a wee laddie and a camel /llama (the woolly Andean spitting variety, not the bald Himalayan maroon-robed ones) /bull.
The next one is a bona-fide nightmare. In this one I found myself back in college (there were rumours that home-works are back...though I dunno why that worried me, have never done them in my adult life anyway). And then when I went to collect the routines/schedules, the friend accompanying me ran away and I got lost.
So many dreams, and not one of them about football!!!!
So all ye amateur wannabe psychos out there, what do all these dreams mean eh? Am i going nuts...or rather nuttier than ususal?
Analyze away
Of course, I am keeping daydreams out of the equation here. Daydreaming about ice creams and football are one of the extremely few rare joys left in my life.
I am talking about the Guusdamn dreams that come to a person once he/she is in the gentle embrace of Morpheus. Dunno about other people, but my dreams are as weird as Arsa players' hairs or Sanchettti's latest Bhao-Gobbling Avatar.
Now bear in mind that usually, when I take pain killers (and I do take quite a lot of them and quite frequently...a Heath Ledgeresque fate probably awaits....without the posthumous Oscar of course...the only things I will receive posthumously would be lots and lots of galis and curses from various peops) I usually get knocked out for arnd 10-12 hours. Critics opine that such a sleep can be described as sleeping like a log (though what research has been done to determine just when and how logs sleep is a matter worth pondering).
But lately (last couple of weeks), and despite guzzling 16 tablets a day (a significant amount of which are painkillers) I have been assailed by some seriously bat-shit crazy dreams.
For example,
One night I dreamt that I have somehow gone to this town where I don't see anyone but see a whole plethora of garishly multi-coloured buildings - all locked. So I went around taking pics and trying to enter but couldn't. So I was stranded on the roads in an empty city.
Next I dreamt that I was in a restaurant eating. But once food was consumed (thankfully there was no bhindi) and bill was paid, I found out that my footwear has gone awol. So I was stuck inside the place with people giving me funny looks.
My next dream took a definite morbid and macabre turn. It involved looking at a ram which has been skinned alive. The ram was grunting in pain and I tried to help it but was as usual completely useless.
Just to complete the weirdness spectrum, my next dream involved a fight between a wee laddie and a camel /llama (the woolly Andean spitting variety, not the bald Himalayan maroon-robed ones) /bull.
The next one is a bona-fide nightmare. In this one I found myself back in college (there were rumours that home-works are back...though I dunno why that worried me, have never done them in my adult life anyway). And then when I went to collect the routines/schedules, the friend accompanying me ran away and I got lost.
So many dreams, and not one of them about football!!!!
So all ye amateur wannabe psychos out there, what do all these dreams mean eh? Am i going nuts...or rather nuttier than ususal?
Analyze away
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