Dreams are
such interesting entities. Many people that
I have talked to believe that one’s dreams are basically repressed desires buried
within our subconscious minds. I am not
sure I agree with that because if you go by that logic, I am in serious trouble.
In a recent
dream, I was crawling alongside a giant slug in the land of Mordor. Hmmm! It
annoys me to no end that I was so slow even in my dreams. When you are trying to stay clear of the scorching
Eye of Sauron and the morbid orcs that roam the land, crawling around with a
buddy in leisure is not the brightest idea.
If I could shake my head disapprovingly at that slow-crawling Meena,
trust me, I would.
All my
dreams are not messed up. There are some
that are relatively normal.
In one
dream, I was the prosecuting attorney arguing a murder case against a Colombian
drug dealer. I can’t seem to remember any of the arguments but the sweat that
broke out on the accused’s upper lip is etched in my mind. I must have been a terror in that court.
My mom was
proud of me when I told her about this dream.
She said that she always knew that one of us in the family would become
a lawyer as my grandfather was a lawyer and his brother was the justice of the
Supreme Court. I can’t help but feel bad
for my grandfathers though. They had to
go to law school and pass the bar and everything unlike me. Poor grandpas!
I really
must have lawyer in my blood. Last week,
I woke up from an intense courtroom drama that had my heart racing wildly. I was the defense attorney this time grilling
an eye witness on the stand. I am glad that
I took the time to watch Law and Order episodes in the 90s. It sure came in handy in that dream. I took the witness apart and tore through his
lies just like Sam Waterston does in L&O.
I do hope that as I age, my dreams will mellow down to mere misdemeanor,
traffic violation and family court cases because my heart may not survive the adrenaline
kick of the criminal ones.
I must have
been Irish in a previous birth for how else can I explain the dreams where I cast
a circle, spin charms and whip up thunderstorms atop a cliff? I have a magic wand, pixie dust and the whole
magic package in these dreams. I confess
I cheated in a couple of them. I once used
magic to get groceries home without going to the store and another time, I made
the weighing scale lose 20 pounds when I was on it. I know it is wrong, okay? I know that using magic for personal gain is
against the code of honor for all sorcerers.
Power and vanity are not mutually exclusive, I found out. Magic can be very pretty too. One time I cast
a spell that had a dying plant come alive with young blooms. In a dream of course. Sadly, in real life,
plants and I are at war. They die when I
walk within half a mile radius.
The night when
we watched the re-run of the Jaws movie, I found myself in shark-infested
waters watching creepy shark fins closing in on me. You would think that after watching Jaws,
Jaws 2 and Jaws 3 movies, I would know better than to kick furiously in the
water. Everyone knows sharks are
attracted to sound waves. Duh! Dreams have sound effects too, by the way, because I heard the same music that instilled
fear in the hearts of millions when Jaws was released. I woke up just before a
freaky great white snapped off my feet.
That was good timing all around.
This is my
favorite one so far. I was walking into
Kohl’s and get this - I went directly to the regular-priced merchandise. Oh wow!
That was so cool but even when I was in the dream, I realized that
something was not right because come on, everyone knows that all Desis go only to
the clearance section first. But wait. That is not the best part. Guess where I was? I was
browsing through clothes in the petite department. Hah! Talk
about wild dreams!
How colorful are your dreams?
