Crazy Dreams

         We all have been dreaming since before we even know or realize what dreams are. Some doctors even say that babies dream while they are still inside their mommies. But how many of us actually remember what we dream about? Some remember their dreams partially, others wholly. And some don’t dream at all or don’t remember what they dreamt about.

         Let’s talk about those who do dream and remember some of theirs. It’s said that the people who come in your dream are those you have seen somewhere already. Let it be in real life or movies or in television, your mind subconsciously catalogues them and it’s a given that they are real. Or as real as they could get from what your brain remembers. How else can you explain the aliens and talking pigs? :D

         I belong to the latter category. I dream vividly, 99 % of them don’t make sense at all and the 1% is where I STILL have nightmares about my 12th board exams. The invigilator gives the question paper and (guess what) I have no clue about anything, but my friends are already demanding extra sheets.  My conclusion about this: I have crammed and distressed my brain so much that it’s still punishing me with these nightmares almost a decade later.

         I am not the only one right? I mean everyone has nightmares about their high school exams after years of being done right? Right? I mean, who am I convincing? I am pretty sure I scarred my poor brain permanently.

         Moving on, my other 99% isn’t helping either. I have these cray-cray dreams throughout the night and remember everything the next day. Every single thing up to even what colour the flying camel was (pretty sure this was after watching Avatar. Those flying things looked like camels from a certain angle, believe me :D)

         My craziest dream ever -> My sister comes home and tells my mom that she needs something for her school project. My mom says that whatever it is, we will get her. I ask my sister what it is and she says she needs a vampire. I remember being baffled, even in my dream, and I look at my mom. My mom is totally fine with it and the next day we have a 6 foot vampire growling, chained and shackled to hell. The vampire was kept hidden under our washing machine. I mean where else would you chain it? Of course, dig a hole; put the chained vampire inside the said hole and move the washing machine right back into its place. Except it kept growling because no one took its mouth under consideration.  The VAMPIRE’S mouth. All night long it kept growling and everyone was sleeping except me, as I was the only sane one (even in my dream) and kept watch. Next day, as you can predict, it escapes from under the washing machine and I kill it (with all my kill bill moves and magic knives). So then my parents come along with my sister, from somewhere. I scream telling them it was a bad idea all along and that I had no idea how we were going to take it away from our home as it was dead. My mom, being awesome as usual though it was her fault for agreeing to the vampire in the first place, explains that we can tell the neighbors that our dog died and that we are moving it. It all went smoothly enough except when a neighbor asked what was with the blood. I remember telling him we were making lamb biriyani. Note: We don’t have a dog and we are vegetarians. So it all makes sense. Does Not. Craziest dream to date.

         So if you guys have any crazy dreams that you would like to share, don’t forget to comment them. And Subscribe if you want to know some more crazy ramblings of mine.

         Listen to this song if possible (Keep on Loving you – Cigarettes after Sex) –                               
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