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.

1 comment:

B.L. Pitt said...

Interesting ... I'm assuming that Dehradun to Hrishikesh has a really memorable road ... I've been meaning to put done one of mine as well ... very 'Cloverfield'-ish ... a long one too ... hence haven't come around to it