This is the stuff dreams are made of!
yes i'm back! after a week of exams, which were ummm sucky, for the lack of a better word and a week of masti, which was ecstatic. Masti meaning, a movie, a fight inside the movie hall(of which i wasn't part), a rollicking time at Barista, some holi at Priya, lots of football and of course HOLI itself, which was 25 people in a tempo with lots and lots and lots of eggs and rang. of course now, my nails are still purple, and hands pink.
But, this wasn't quite the 'dreams' i was talking of. it's the dreams at night, your wildest desires, your worst fears. either, you put it down to hormonal secretion and chemicals like a scientist, or you let it be an unknown. i prefer the latter, for one it leaves a mystical aura around it, and it gives me something to do in the so much time i have to kill these days.
So , here goes-
A very good friend of mine has to go to Disneyland, the one in US, over the Atlantic Ocean, Africa, half of Asia, et al, by a huge train, completely modernised of course, except for the fact that it's crowded like a Delhi bus. with her, yes her, there are 3 other friends who hate me. so there's the train like a rainbow covering the horizon. There's also some animated conversations and i think a few people die and in the end i'm sitting someplace, with 1 hate-friend. and i have no idea what happens next.I come out of my house to go across the road, with a grown up, who's a very close friend<> in a car shaped like a capsule, no unlike the one in which superman came from Krypton. So there we go, and there's a WWE arena there, and we're in. and there's a whole bunch of people there, who i know. Now, there's one person who's lost, lost as in illegally entered and security is looking for him, and everyone volunteers to look. ensuing is a chase, where i feel i'm very close. On the way, we sit in an auditorium, watch wrestling through a glass window, pick up trophies and replicas, while running around what was supposed to be a square corridor, but somehow has just branched off into heaven knows what.
Reading it again, i can't make head or tail of it, seems confused. Care to work your head, anyone?
But, this wasn't quite the 'dreams' i was talking of. it's the dreams at night, your wildest desires, your worst fears. either, you put it down to hormonal secretion and chemicals like a scientist, or you let it be an unknown. i prefer the latter, for one it leaves a mystical aura around it, and it gives me something to do in the so much time i have to kill these days.
So , here goes-
A very good friend of mine has to go to Disneyland, the one in US, over the Atlantic Ocean, Africa, half of Asia, et al, by a huge train, completely modernised of course, except for the fact that it's crowded like a Delhi bus. with her, yes her, there are 3 other friends who hate me. so there's the train like a rainbow covering the horizon. There's also some animated conversations and i think a few people die and in the end i'm sitting someplace, with 1 hate-friend. and i have no idea what happens next.I come out of my house to go across the road, with a grown up, who's a very close friend<> in a car shaped like a capsule, no unlike the one in which superman came from Krypton. So there we go, and there's a WWE arena there, and we're in. and there's a whole bunch of people there, who i know. Now, there's one person who's lost, lost as in illegally entered and security is looking for him, and everyone volunteers to look. ensuing is a chase, where i feel i'm very close. On the way, we sit in an auditorium, watch wrestling through a glass window, pick up trophies and replicas, while running around what was supposed to be a square corridor, but somehow has just branched off into heaven knows what.
Reading it again, i can't make head or tail of it, seems confused. Care to work your head, anyone?
belched out... udit at 7:12 PM
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