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Tuesday, November 13, 2007

A Dream Uncommon

Been a while since I've posted anything...

This one's a dream I had a few days back - one strange dream, one interesting dream...

Now everything that I tell you, will sound completely absurd…but then, it’s a dream not a news channel (though absurdity in a news channel is not unheard of) J

I dreamt of a beautiful woman with whom I was having an extremely engaging conversation – the essentials of which I do not remember now, but I can definitely tell you that in my dream, it seemed I was having a really nice time. Unfortunately, this beautiful woman was somehow related to me; actually her husband was related to me – could be my cousin or an uncle. So, she was basically off-limits for me!!!

But as fate would have it, I got really close to this lady and though I don’t remember now, I guess she also didn’t seem to resist. Result was – we got involved (though my dream didn’t have the gory details of any physical intimacy – how I wish it would have – I believe both of us landed in a soup). Now since the husband was a close relative, I shared a nice friendship with him and I remember, I was taking a walk in the garden with him. He seemed nice and I believe we were having a nice chat (I can actually remember his smiling face now). Now, again my memory fades out and I can’t remember exactly what happened, but somehow the husband gets killed…

I believe I didn’t have anything to do with it, but I was definitely with him when he was dying. And that somehow put me in a sense of guilt. The dream moves to an advanced phase of time and there’s an investigation which is happening. And guess what? The investigator turns out to be my sister. The sense of guilt really put me in a spot and I’m sure I would have been perspiring in my bed last night, as there definitely was a lot of tension in my mind. Again, the dream goes hazy and somewhere there seems to be a locker in which there’s a set of snaps of me and the beautiful woman. Though I didn’t get to see those snaps, I remember I didn’t want anyone else to find out about those snaps. Incidentally, I had the key to that locker and in due course of time, my sister – the investigator, asks me for those set of keys. Even with all my attempts at getting rid of those snaps, they land in my sister’s hands. Now, I remember, I was worried sick that she’ll deduce what was going on and find out about my relationship with the woman – my aunt or cousin’s wife (still can’t remember). And though I was ok with my sister knowing about it, I was horribly uncomfortable with my parent’s getting to know if it – was kind of ashamed of it…

All I remember now is that she went through the snaps… she didn’t let my parent’s know about it at all, but had some kind of conversation with me – the essentials of which, again, I don’t remember. In the final chapter of my dream – I see myself with that beautiful woman – not sure if we were still having the same feelings, but we were definitely together….and though I can vouch that she was amazing, I can’t seem to remember her face at all.

Not sure what it means, but was a strange dream – adultery, murder, fear and shame. Definitely, one of a kind.

3 Comments:

  • Hi Sabyasachi,

    I saw you in Orkut, liked your profile and to be true liked your pictures too. Then happened to read this blog and a few more.

    Your dream as narrated in this blog could be weird, but its fun to watch such dreams once in a while, gives a nice kick!

    I also read that you haven't made any new friends in the recent past. Then why not make a new friend now, it can be me.

    Drop me a mail at sbasu.82@gmail.com, we can be email friends :-) (for now!)

    Take care ....

    By Anonymous Anonymous, at 3:27 PM  

  • Hi sabyo,

    waah, kya dream hai !!! n its great that u remember so much, i tend to forget all my dreams.

    it was like walking through a pensive:)

    By Blogger Debi Prasad, at 8:40 PM  

  • have been reading some of your blogs. you write very well but there is a sneaking suspicion that you make-up things.nothing wrong with that ofcourse since i do the same many times.perhaps there is a "writer" lurking within?

    By Anonymous Anonymous, at 6:57 PM  

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