Friday, 10 October 2008


Everybody has nightmares.
Some have them when they are asleep.
Some have them when they are awake.
Some live them.

Nightmares – reminds me of mares.
It reminds me of a whole lot of mares running wild at night.
I have nightmares all the time.
I remember very few.

Among all those I can vaguely remember here are some which managed to scare the living hell out of me.

I do not have any delusions of things I can do.
Well, maybe I do but I do know that I can not run fast.
I can run – but I can not run fast.
One of my friends once told me his grand mother could beat me at a running race – I still wonder about that.
This being the state of my running, running downhill would not make much of a difference – I would still be slow.
In my nightmare I am always running extra slow (if that is possible) – downhill – with a boulder in pursuit.
The funny bit is I never ever make it. The mountain seems to go on forever and finally the boulder does run me over.
The nightmare, unfortunately, does not end there.
I, then enjoy a third person view (considering the boulder to be the second person).
I see myself flattened, alive and smiling a flat smile – pretty much like how Tom keeps ending up looking like thanks to Jerry.
It is not a pretty sight.
Not for anyone – least of all me.

Another one that still makes me squirm was not exactly a nightmare.
It was more a distorted dream.
The distorted bit of the dream being ‘exceedingly optimistic’ me.
Do not misunderstand me, I am not a pessimist but nor am I an optimist.
I am strictly in between.
I am pessimistic about pessimism but not optimistic about optimism.
In this dream my hands are being chopped off – but I am very optimistic about it.
I keep telling myself I still have two legs.
And then my legs are chopped off.
I keep telling myself I am still alive.
Then my head is chopped off.
And I am still smiling.
The end.

Writing examinations without preparing for them and realizing I am naked all of a sudden in a public place never really scared me much – I wonder why.
And the only person who is hurt or killed in my nightmares is I – so there was never a question about me fearing the death of a dear one.
The fact that I am the one dying somehow calms me – Is that normal?

Now for the worst of all nightmares – I had this one quite recently.

I am sitting at this huge table and there is this very homely, plump, cute little lady standing by my side.
I have a humongous plate in front of me.
This wonderful lady keeps filling my plate.
And I keep on eating, eating and eating.
The nightmare bit is – I have no sense of taste!
Wonderful, delicious, taunting food all tasting like lumps of... nothing.
It was awfully, dreadfully, horrifyingly, terribly horrible.

It is only when you have nightmares you understand how worse life could get.
I am glad I am not yet flattened by a boulder even though I am a slow runner.
I am glad I am not optimistic enough to smile when I am being decapitated.
And I am oh so glad that I can still taste what I eat even though there isn't much to taste.


KeyzEr SoZe said...

"my hands are being chopped off – but I am very optimistic about it.
I keep telling myself I still have two legs.
And then my legs are chopped off.
I keep telling myself I am still alive.
Then my head is chopped off.
And I am still smiling."

i cant sleep! :(

yeah the exam dream thing, read some freud, you'll understand. [;)]

Another Blogger said...

why do i have a horrible feeling about his deduction...
i think he is one obsessed fellow by the way.

The Genesis of Oblivion said...

oh even i had a nightmare with my grandmother in it!!..even we were running, the only difference is that she was chasing me with a sickle and the worst part was that she was way too fast for my grand ma..anyways the nightmare had an awful climax with me falling into a never ending pit and waking up in the next second. That was the only time i was actually glad to be awake!

Another Blogger said...

hmm... the chase and sickle bit is scary..
but my grandma running - that would be hilarious!
and at least you dint have to enjoy the image of what u looked like after falling into the pit.
you should have nightmares more often - i would like that.

^Lejin^ said...

Hey this might help u...:)

Another Blogger said...

i hate these sites.
they have just one thing in them - crap!!!
i don't need to know what my dreams mean. as far as i believe they don't mean anything other than my subconscious self playing games with my conscious self. and i really don't want to get involved in their tiff - it always gets nasty. and what is worse is when my unconscious self gets dragged into it!

and guess what readers - my mom was reading my blog recently and it seems she used to have the same nightmare with the rock chase whenever she fell ill - so it is a genetic thing, i guess. who would have thought nightmares could be hereditary - weird!

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