tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61277118134655294472024-03-19T00:52:14.747-07:00Dream TablesPost creative interpretations to some of the dreams people haveDevatanu Banerjeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15872958936558783130noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127711813465529447.post-91118172488623395992009-06-18T20:22:00.000-07:002009-06-18T20:53:11.845-07:00Tiger AttackI 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.<br /><br />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!<br /><br />Another part of the dream.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />Now I do not remember which sequence came first. But thats about it.Crimson Feethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04067610255441440761noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127711813465529447.post-43783823867622948982009-02-04T00:40:00.001-08:002009-02-04T00:49:29.881-08:00Dream critiqueA colleague of mine runs a website on food (<a href="http://www.feastguru.com">Feastguru</a>). I entered a review contest and wanted to write a poem instead of the regular article variety.<br /><br /><a href="http://mind-o-girl.blogspot.com/">Seema</a> read the first draft and didn't think much of it. Obviously I couldn't sleep well that night.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />Woke from the dream wrote the <a href="http://devatanu.blogspot.com/search/label/poems">poem</a> down as she mentioned it.<br /><br />Freaky!Devatanu Banerjeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15872958936558783130noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127711813465529447.post-15554406485079106142008-06-04T20:27:00.000-07:002008-06-04T20:29:13.823-07:00Is that me?Crazy dream ... sometimes your own ruthlessness scares youDevatanu Banerjeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15872958936558783130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127711813465529447.post-25416111746487783422008-04-24T00:21:00.000-07:002008-04-24T00:37:31.879-07:00Galactus who?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj059tFLbdlrGfMY07rkMg-bXxkkM-fZbE91AUYhlgtnGyyI0olrGUvD-wnLAfnfaqtZ1WXHzePnySv8Eba-NK0D68Z_W3qux_6GFZB9R9irGCqYPvt4kptZSsFor6WsaLW6HwKEaziAks/s1600-h/225px-Galactus1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj059tFLbdlrGfMY07rkMg-bXxkkM-fZbE91AUYhlgtnGyyI0olrGUvD-wnLAfnfaqtZ1WXHzePnySv8Eba-NK0D68Z_W3qux_6GFZB9R9irGCqYPvt4kptZSsFor6WsaLW6HwKEaziAks/s320/225px-Galactus1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192712678085351970" border="0" /></a><br />I had the craziest dream after watching <a href="http://www.f4ssdvd.com/">Fantastic 4 : II</a> ... Rose up as <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Galactus">Galactus</a> only to raid MacDonald's.<br /><br />Yup, I love burgers.Devatanu Banerjeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15872958936558783130noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127711813465529447.post-25706991757695201672007-10-05T04:31:00.000-07:002007-10-07T04:51:48.444-07:00Galactic Cycle<h3>The Plot</h3><p>I woke up a cyborg on an industrial planet which was supposedly on a parallel universe. The planet was called - <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Son</span>, an <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ecumenopolis">ecumneopolis</a>, i.e. a planet that is entirely made up of industrial structures.</p><p>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.</p><h3>Creation Myth</h3><p>The creation myth of this robotic race states that their was a lonely star called <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Father</span>. Unlike the (relatively) fixed stars that we are aware of, <span style="font-style: italic;">Father</span> was an orbital star with an erratic path. On one erratic orbital pass, it split into two, creating another star called <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Mother</span>. Unable to keep up with the general erratic nature of <span style="font-style: italic;">Father</span>, <span style="font-style: italic;">Mother</span> decided to have a <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Son</span> that would be stationary. Thus the star-forged metallic planet of <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Son</span> was created.</p><p><span style="font-style: italic;">Father</span> was however enraged by this creation and banned <span style="font-style: italic;">Mother</span> 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 <span style="font-style: italic;">Mother's</span> universe to arrive and help them tidy up.</p><h3>Interesting points</h3><p>Unlike regular systems, <span style="font-style: italic;">Son</span>, the planet, is at the center of this universe. Looking out from the maintenance bay you can see <span style="font-style: italic;">Father</span> 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.</p>Devatanu Banerjeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15872958936558783130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127711813465529447.post-86688370954054680622007-10-03T21:22:00.000-07:002007-10-03T21:26:18.851-07:00Restaurant and JoggingI 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.Devatanu Banerjeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15872958936558783130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127711813465529447.post-26420971506895244012007-09-30T22:13:00.000-07:002007-09-30T22:17:43.465-07:00Oppenheimer and Batman<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robert_Oppenheimer">Oppenheimer</a> got a raw deal ... I became <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Batman">Batman</a> ... but not the costume type, but the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mutants">mutant</a> type ... and Victor had a theory no one wanted to hearDevatanu Banerjeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15872958936558783130noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127711813465529447.post-7744700591806522402007-09-26T22:06:00.000-07:002007-09-30T22:09:43.457-07:00Saving the worldWell last night I saved the world by bringing peace between humans and <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Minotaur">Taurins</a>.Devatanu Banerjeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15872958936558783130noreply@blogger.com0