Thursday, June 18, 2009

Tiger Attack

I was looking for a hospital as a tiger had torn my hand from the shoulder and it was about to fall off. I am in a north indian small town landscape with tuk-tuks as public transport, dusty road and paan-spits around bus stands. Also, the road leading to the bus stand is one of those Dehradun to Rishikesh roads, with jungles on either side.

I am hunting for a bus to take me to a hospital. People can see me half drenched in blood and are not really affected or helping. I finally manage a tuk tuk overflowing with people. We reach a fork, from where I don't know the way, so am contemplating if I should go along the way the tuk tuk is going or get down and take another tuk tuk!

Another part of the dream.

I am cycling across that Dehradun Rishikesh road with jungles on either side. And I realise something isn't right. I can see headlights as a symbol of it being night, but I know I am alone and there are no cars. Its a dangerous road and wild animals are known to pounce at unsuspecting travelers. I try and pace up, but sense that a tiger is about to attack me. It does, and tears my hand off from the shoulder.

Now I do not remember which sequence came first. But thats about it.

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

Dream critique

A colleague of mine runs a website on food (Feastguru). I entered a review contest and wanted to write a poem instead of the regular article variety.

Seema read the first draft and didn't think much of it. Obviously I couldn't sleep well that night.

So I dream that I submit the article and my colleague's ten year old daughter calls up and gives me a lecture on sequencing, alternate use of phrases and 'conjuring an image'. She finally gives up and makes me memorize the poem the way it should be written.

Woke from the dream wrote the poem down as she mentioned it.


Wednesday, June 4, 2008

Is that me?

Crazy dream ... sometimes your own ruthlessness scares you

Thursday, April 24, 2008

Galactus who?

I had the craziest dream after watching Fantastic 4 : II ... Rose up as Galactus only to raid MacDonald's.

Yup, I love burgers.

Friday, October 5, 2007

Galactic Cycle

The Plot

I woke up a cyborg on an industrial planet which was supposedly on a parallel universe. The planet was called - Son, an ecumneopolis, i.e. a planet that is entirely made up of industrial structures.

My arrival was expected as an annual sign for electrical maintenance and garbage collection :( . But I was part of their lore of this robotic race. What was more interesting though was their creation myth that we [my instructor] and I discussed on the way to the maintenance bay.

Creation Myth

The creation myth of this robotic race states that their was a lonely star called Father. Unlike the (relatively) fixed stars that we are aware of, Father was an orbital star with an erratic path. On one erratic orbital pass, it split into two, creating another star called Mother. Unable to keep up with the general erratic nature of Father, Mother decided to have a Son that would be stationary. Thus the star-forged metallic planet of Son was created.

Father was however enraged by this creation and banned Mother from the known universe. Thus she was banished to form a new universe of which I am a part. Every millennium the keepers of Son, expect a being from Mother's universe to arrive and help them tidy up.

Interesting points

Unlike regular systems, Son, the planet, is at the center of this universe. Looking out from the maintenance bay you can see Father zooming by trying to split into a step-mother or something, however, all attempts have been in vain. The atmosphere on Son is surprisingly calm.

Wednesday, October 3, 2007

Restaurant and Jogging

I wish I could get myself to abuse more freely ... I had to setup up a class restaurant, then jog on caters so that I wouldn't upset my best friends father who felt that the food could only taste good if it was prepared by a passionate and committed entrepreneur.

Sunday, September 30, 2007

Oppenheimer and Batman

Oppenheimer got a raw deal ... I became Batman ... but not the costume type, but the mutant type ... and Victor had a theory no one wanted to hear