Dream on
Last night I had a dream, it was definitely not one of my crazy ones, infact I doubt even the most dreamless person would call it crazy, but then I have to write down my dream.
Tan and me had had one of our fights I suppose, because the mood had a weird tension, the atmosphere felt tight types, sometimes you can really make out these kinda things even in dreams, hasn't it happened to you in your dreams? I mean, you start dreaming and then isntantly sense the mood of the characters involved, if u still insist things like that dont happen, then you must concentrate hard the next time you dream. One can really make out these things. So as I was saying, Tan and me were grumpy and snorty, and full of smart-ass replies to each other. That last bit wasn't an exception with Tan, I mean, his regular self was full of those slappy replies all the time, you could say the quick-witted kinds! But my wit largely swung with respect to my moods. As in happy me was the same as dumb me and he or anyone else could pull my legs non-stop and I wouldn't mind a wee bit. If I was sad or frustrated or disappointed, I was still dumb, but here I might mind you pulling my legs. And lastly if I was angry, or to be specific, if I'd just fought with Tan, my wit would be like razor sharp and my replies might just slice you into pieces in a second! Okay, am exaggerating a bit!
Anyways, so in that dream our conversation was the usual post-fight one.
'Don't you think you are behaving like crap over something as trivial as a book?'
'I never claimed I am the most well-behaved one around and besides, dont make the mistake of referring to it as a trivial book.'
'Look, reading abt how some very insignifcant guy and girl spent half their lives is hardly what I call interesting.'
'How'd you know what's interesting? You think non-fiction history of india part II is exciting'
'Well, what can I say it is,...'
Then I, like a third person in my dream, remembered that the fight was about some non-complimentary thing he said about a book written by a cousin of mine. God knows why, but am crazily protective about folks I like and noone can say anything negatively judgemental about them. Like for eg. I developed this huge mind block for Tanu ever since she said something like Tan had bad skin and that he ought to do something about his pimples. It was pretty harmless of her to say that and she meant tons of good maybe, but I kind of freaked out on that. Not that I said anything to her ever, but I never kind of relaxed with her ever after that. Even now we meet, and I dont as such remember it all the time, but sometimes it does crop up in my mind!
So the dream was clearly everything that happened that evening and the making up and the philosophical conversation that we generally flowed into after that. Off course, it was Tan who pulled out of it the first time it struck him he wasn't doing anything factual! So thats my dream and my day today seems to be made simply because I dreamt of one silly evening from my past. A dream that really took place...
Tan and me had had one of our fights I suppose, because the mood had a weird tension, the atmosphere felt tight types, sometimes you can really make out these kinda things even in dreams, hasn't it happened to you in your dreams? I mean, you start dreaming and then isntantly sense the mood of the characters involved, if u still insist things like that dont happen, then you must concentrate hard the next time you dream. One can really make out these things. So as I was saying, Tan and me were grumpy and snorty, and full of smart-ass replies to each other. That last bit wasn't an exception with Tan, I mean, his regular self was full of those slappy replies all the time, you could say the quick-witted kinds! But my wit largely swung with respect to my moods. As in happy me was the same as dumb me and he or anyone else could pull my legs non-stop and I wouldn't mind a wee bit. If I was sad or frustrated or disappointed, I was still dumb, but here I might mind you pulling my legs. And lastly if I was angry, or to be specific, if I'd just fought with Tan, my wit would be like razor sharp and my replies might just slice you into pieces in a second! Okay, am exaggerating a bit!
Anyways, so in that dream our conversation was the usual post-fight one.
'Don't you think you are behaving like crap over something as trivial as a book?'
'I never claimed I am the most well-behaved one around and besides, dont make the mistake of referring to it as a trivial book.'
'Look, reading abt how some very insignifcant guy and girl spent half their lives is hardly what I call interesting.'
'How'd you know what's interesting? You think non-fiction history of india part II is exciting'
'Well, what can I say it is,...'
Then I, like a third person in my dream, remembered that the fight was about some non-complimentary thing he said about a book written by a cousin of mine. God knows why, but am crazily protective about folks I like and noone can say anything negatively judgemental about them. Like for eg. I developed this huge mind block for Tanu ever since she said something like Tan had bad skin and that he ought to do something about his pimples. It was pretty harmless of her to say that and she meant tons of good maybe, but I kind of freaked out on that. Not that I said anything to her ever, but I never kind of relaxed with her ever after that. Even now we meet, and I dont as such remember it all the time, but sometimes it does crop up in my mind!
So the dream was clearly everything that happened that evening and the making up and the philosophical conversation that we generally flowed into after that. Off course, it was Tan who pulled out of it the first time it struck him he wasn't doing anything factual! So thats my dream and my day today seems to be made simply because I dreamt of one silly evening from my past. A dream that really took place...
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