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   Sunday, February 06, 2005  

A Dream to Build a Day On!!

Its 8.30pm in the evening, probably a Wednesday or a Thursday...don't remember it clearly. I step out of the company premises (USV Limited) a drug company where I used to work five years ago. My normal route is to take a bus upto the railway station and then take the train to reach home. I walk towards the bus-stop and I see she is waiting at the bus-stop. She was working late too. The only thing common between us is our route home. The wait at the bus stop is usually 10-15 minutes before we get our bus. We decide to take another bus the number of which I don't know and she suggests we take the #21 bus. Its a double decker bus and has its starting point at the nearby stop. We take the #21 and go on the upper deck. The upper deck has 3 rows of seats with each seating 2 people and 2 aisles between the 3 rows. For those who have sat in a Bombay double decker bus, might get it clearly..what Im trying to say. And the first rows of seats that you see when you just get on the upper deck are placed parallel to the bus. The bus starts and we are generally chatting with each other. The bus gets into the daily traffic and at a certain stop, one of my uncles....Bhagwat-kaka as I call him get into the bus. He comes up on our deck and I ask him how come he's here and he says he had come to attend the marriage of our company's CEO's son/daughter. The bus goes for some while and we are all chatting with each other as if the girl with me knows my uncle for ages. Then suddenly the bus comes to a halt and I find myself wide awake. :)

Now here are some facts:
FACT #1. There was/ is no double decker bus service near the company where I used to work and I have never taken Bus #21 in my life before. After doing some research I found that #21 goes from RC Church-Colaba upto Trombay and hence does pass over my work place.

FACT #2. All double decker busses have only 2 rows of seats on the upper deck with one aisle in between, but the imaginary design did look good and aplealing to the eye.
FACT #3. My company's CEO's son/daughter must be in the 10-11th grade!! and ofcourse my uncle did not know them and neither did he know my work colleague!

Dreams are always so crazy....but in the end they always leave me happy when I wake up that is only if I remember them (usually the good ones). Most of my dreams end with a jerk and wake me up. I know I have just had a dream and then I try hard to recapitulate what i had seen. Especially for this one, I remembered much more detail when I woke up right after the dream(6.30am)....I sat up feeling good, went over the whole dream with all the minute details and even thought of putting it down right away. As I was still revising the dream, I went to the bathroom and came back to make sure that I am awake and I remember it. Then said to myself, now that I remember it very well, might as well go to sleep and write it down later. And when i woke up a couple of hours later all I can remember are the main points and the main characters in the dream. I am sure there were more characters on the bus whom I knew very well and I also remembered the topics of discussion and the actual conversations that took place between me, my uncle, her and there was a fourth character active in our conversation, who I don't remember at all! Also I remembered the faces of each and every one clearly right after the dream. All in all a nice experience :)

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   [ posted by PseudoFreud @ 12:35 PM ] [ | ]


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