I had not intended to write it until I had the weirdest of dreams, the one that cannot be unsurmounted by any dream in the extent of its weirdness. But, then I had this dream which I cannot forget and I realized that despite of the sorority fever I had, this would count as the weirdest of all. It began something like this.
I was standing in a courtyard. It was something like we saw in the harry potter movies, his house at privet drive. It was the same courtyard that saw his aunt fly away into oblivion because of his anger. Everything looked exactly the same, only this time, I was harry potter. It may sound as a good-for-nothing-weird-dream, a child fantasy, but it is true. And I saw myself fly on my broom. This felt awesome, another time I realized that brains are fantastic simulating machines, the best one ever built. It gave me an as close to reality feeling of flying as it can. This was the first time I flew; I have not been in a plane as yet. And, then my IITian attitude took over. I felt like defying the laws of physics, how can I fly without thrust, without an engine, without fuel. It felt horrible, the things I have worshipped so far in my life, physics: the alma mater of universe, how I can cheat it? I kicked the broom, which was now well above in the air and I could just see the outline of river Thames. It did not budge. I tried to kick it down to the ground, but I did not move. It just flew higher and higher. A thought of crashing out of the atmosphere took me over. I had completely forgotten that it was a dream and even if I died, I would wake up safely in my room. But, I was afraid that like in the thirteenth floor, if I died, my mom would not get his son back, but it would be harry potter who would come back and I did not want a loser like him to be in IIT. Even more, who would write articles for BSP and collect it from seniors? Although, he would be good at sports, especially ….and then I realized that he was good at nothing. We did not have quidditch at IIT. In these thoughts, I had not realized that I was now extremely high, now, I could see Eiffel tower in the horizon. I kicked harder, and it stopped. It stayed still in the air. I was wondering that it would now itself go down. And it did; But under the free fall. I tried to remain in balance, but the broom parted from me and I could not get it back. I fell down, with my velocity increasing all the time, my back burning due to friction from air. But then, I fell asleep. And when I woke up, I was inside a closet. What the hell was happening?
I opened the cabinet I was lying in and what I saw was completely awesome. I was at Pandora, and I was a part of the avatar program. I had just waked up from a dream walking mission. But hey, I was not human. I was…..i was a cat. I looked like tom. Another cat came close to me and spoke something…
Meow.meow.meow…..
Meow.meow.meow…..
I did not understand it all, but in a second, it felt like I knew what it just said and I spoke in reply, in the same language. It was awesome, I knew cat language. But hang on, why was I here? And then, I realized that I was sleeping and it was just an extended dream. I ate food, fish meat really and after a couple of hours of tom and jerry video game (they called it call of duty: modern warfare 2) I went back again to dream walking. This time, I knew that I would wake up in my room. After all, it had been so much time since I have been sleeping. I lied down and closed my eyes. And I did woke up in some other place. But it was not home. It was……
Stay tuned for further dream walking session…..
I was standing in a courtyard. It was something like we saw in the harry potter movies, his house at privet drive. It was the same courtyard that saw his aunt fly away into oblivion because of his anger. Everything looked exactly the same, only this time, I was harry potter. It may sound as a good-for-nothing-weird-dream, a child fantasy, but it is true. And I saw myself fly on my broom. This felt awesome, another time I realized that brains are fantastic simulating machines, the best one ever built. It gave me an as close to reality feeling of flying as it can. This was the first time I flew; I have not been in a plane as yet. And, then my IITian attitude took over. I felt like defying the laws of physics, how can I fly without thrust, without an engine, without fuel. It felt horrible, the things I have worshipped so far in my life, physics: the alma mater of universe, how I can cheat it? I kicked the broom, which was now well above in the air and I could just see the outline of river Thames. It did not budge. I tried to kick it down to the ground, but I did not move. It just flew higher and higher. A thought of crashing out of the atmosphere took me over. I had completely forgotten that it was a dream and even if I died, I would wake up safely in my room. But, I was afraid that like in the thirteenth floor, if I died, my mom would not get his son back, but it would be harry potter who would come back and I did not want a loser like him to be in IIT. Even more, who would write articles for BSP and collect it from seniors? Although, he would be good at sports, especially ….and then I realized that he was good at nothing. We did not have quidditch at IIT. In these thoughts, I had not realized that I was now extremely high, now, I could see Eiffel tower in the horizon. I kicked harder, and it stopped. It stayed still in the air. I was wondering that it would now itself go down. And it did; But under the free fall. I tried to remain in balance, but the broom parted from me and I could not get it back. I fell down, with my velocity increasing all the time, my back burning due to friction from air. But then, I fell asleep. And when I woke up, I was inside a closet. What the hell was happening?
I opened the cabinet I was lying in and what I saw was completely awesome. I was at Pandora, and I was a part of the avatar program. I had just waked up from a dream walking mission. But hey, I was not human. I was…..i was a cat. I looked like tom. Another cat came close to me and spoke something…
Meow.meow.meow…..
Meow.meow.meow…..
I did not understand it all, but in a second, it felt like I knew what it just said and I spoke in reply, in the same language. It was awesome, I knew cat language. But hang on, why was I here? And then, I realized that I was sleeping and it was just an extended dream. I ate food, fish meat really and after a couple of hours of tom and jerry video game (they called it call of duty: modern warfare 2) I went back again to dream walking. This time, I knew that I would wake up in my room. After all, it had been so much time since I have been sleeping. I lied down and closed my eyes. And I did woke up in some other place. But it was not home. It was……
Stay tuned for further dream walking session…..
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