two dreams

Today so far has been awesome. I got up early, 9-30 is very early for me. Then didn't check my mails or didn't check times of india. Directly went to Ananth bhais home. ate alot, really a lot. Some great dosas ( probably it was not dosa), vegetable curry , daal (awesome), good chicken (little bit salty). My stomach was never stretched before this much. So had to take a small nap in his place. I saw their marriage photos. Felt like going back to India today. Then came back, it was hot, little bit humid, so walking was really great. Then I slept again. What a great time. Don't know how much I slept but it was the deepest sleep I have had for last few years. First let me thank Charles Bukowski for giving a god start for my day , I just read few pages of his book this morning when I was shitting. Apart from the "Chak de" poster in my shitroom, this also helped me to have a mindblowing shit : It goes like this

" What's wrong with assholes, baby ? you have got an asshole, i have got an asshole ! you go to the store and buy a porterhouse steak, that had an asshole ! assholes cover the earth ! in a way trees have assholes but you can't find them, they just drop their leaves . your asshole , my asshole, the world is full of billions of assholes. The president has an asshole, the car wash boy has an asshole, the judge and the murderer have assholes........"

Now lets revisit my dreams. I dont know how will you find these two dreams, but i really loved them. Even now, when i can only recollect very few parts of it, i love it. I have a good dream machine behind my eyelids. I have even seen pre released version of one hollywood movie (with simple modifications) once. That was dawn of the deads ( or resident evil). This time no piracy. This two dreams are really original.

First one, as usual is a very soft and bright one. I don't know how it started, just remember bits and pieces from here and there. There was play in that dream. Lots of people came to watch that play, even I saw myslef for the first time in any of my good dreams. Though I was not inside the hall, I was searching for cigarettes very badly. Anyway, the stage was reasonably dark with patches of lights here and there. There were few people standing there, making a shape of two intersecting lines whose opening part was towards the audience. There was a disturbing chutiya in the audience, cant remember his face , but he was talking too much. Anyway all the people on the stage were standing as if they were hanging from a pin. On the left side of the stage, there were three people , standng together to make a box like shape with top and one side open. You can see the face of two of them, but not the person standing on the back. There was a guy, still like an animal, on his four legs. he was on the right side of that human box, he was facing the audience, then there was guy sitting like chair just behind the four legged guy, facing the audience. on the left side of this there were three guys just standing facing the audience. Anyway , there was sound of some keys, and the play starts, as a girl entered the stage . She came from the back side of one of the guys on the left, that guy moved like a door and the girl moved that guy after entering the room as if she is closing the door. That guy made thud like sound to confirm that he is door. All the guys on the stage has a name, I dont remember all of the names, just one. The guy on the back of the human box was bakaruddin. Anyway she entered , and all the guys in the room bent towards her, as if trying to bow but not flexible enough to go all the way. The whole set looked like Ray Richardsons hang on to the world, the only difference is everything was bending outwards in hand on to the world but in this case everything is bending towards her. Anyway she said sorry to the door for slamming it little bit hard, the door replied something which i dont remember. It was clear that she came back from some tiring job. After some time it was clear what was all those guys doing there. There was this main entrance door, then the guy on his four was a table, the guy stting like a chair was a chair. The human box was a cupboard, the guy standing between the door and the table was telephone and the leftmost guy was the door of bathroom. The play was funny for most of the time, everyone was laughing. There were many funny comments (which i dont remember) made by the toilet door , the table . The lid of the cupboard was opening by itself once in while , to scare her. That portion looked funny that time. But somehow there was a thin shade of sadness, created by the lights . The backside of the cupboard talked a lot, most of the time nonsense. Then there was postman who came in through the door with a guy . The guy had his head covered. And she removed the cover of his head. The guy was letter or something like that. And he started reading himself. She was litlle bt sad after that. Then she went to bathroom. She came out, everyne on the stage started whitsling. The backside of the cupboard said that he is the most unlucky person in this world, as he can not see her and face the wall all his life and show his sadness by creating a dampness on the wall. This part was little bit clear but as i write this i forget many things rapidly. Then there was phone call, she talked with someone , the telephone guy spoke in women voice. She was very happy. She started packing things and during this time all the guys were singing dancing, telling stories to her to stop her from going away from them. Every attempt was failure, then the backside of the cupboard came up with the idea that if something breaks in this room she had to fix the thing and only then she can leave. This will make her stay a little more. So the backside of the cupboard broke himself. Then there was all this drama going on, all this guys trying to convince her that she has to stay a little more to fix the cupboard, she argued for a long time, but she was determined to go. So after some incidences of failed prayers ( dont remember this part now) she convinced everyone that this is going to be the last night of her in this room, after that she had to go somewhere. Everyne understood, she went to bed , everyone started singing lullaby. The play ended.

The second dream i really dont remember properly now, i have to think hard to recollect it. Hence for the time being be happy with this one only. The copyright of this play belongs to me. There are few influences though . The lights and structre of the stage is probably the influnece of Ray Richardson. The first thing I see every morning is his hang on to the world. The idea of human props completely belongs to my dream, though the naming of the objects is most probably the influence of Smruti.