Let me announce the inception of a new series which will be an irregular series of posts which would tell five extraordinary incidents for a particular a theme. I remember starting a series a year back and that was amazingly irregular and I was forced to kill it.
Nightmares are universal and I love them because of its global, gender-less and quirky characteristics. Following are the best five nightmares I have had since my recollection ability started working well. The list is in the descending order of frequency and in the ascending order of intensity.
While travelling in train, upper berth is bliss for me. Nobody pesters you when they want to sleep, nobody wakes you up in the morning when they want to sit on and nobody disturbs you from reading or watching movies. Revealing my weight is an embarrassing moment so let me pull back my fingers from typing it. While I am travelling, I get nightmares in which I would kill two people; exactly two people. And how would I kill? The upper berth couldn’t bear my weight and it collapsed killing the ones in both middle berth and lower berth resulting in a corpse sandwich. Right before the cops could arrest me, I would always wake up. Thank God!
I am somebody who believes that for everything else there is my ATM card. I would walk into the plush of air conditioner smiling at the security uncle and flashing my card as if I own half of Mr. Bill Gates’ money. I insert the card into the ATM and get to see my account balance as zero. I check my all fancy wallets inside my big bag to find not even a single penny. I walk back home to see that somebody broke into my house leaving me a penniless woman who soon realized that she has zero balance in her phone too. A penniless day.
I have a long list of funny-yet-serious phobias. This is a disgusting nightmare. When I was walking back to home at night, a dog chased me to make me fall into a pit of cockroaches. I got out of the pit and again run to get inside a haunted house. After getting inside the house, I saw two bright green eyes blinking in the dark. Then they got multiplied by two and then by four and then I lost the conscious to find out under which mathematical rule did they multiply. When I woke, I was the queen of the spiders. Yuck! I hate spiders but I love Spider man. Sadly there was no Spider man/Spider King for me to romance. Now you know why this is such a disgusting dream.
The reasons for not buying and driving a car are increasing day by day. But in my dreams I even beat the handsome Michael Schumacher. This is nightmare occurs every week which makes me rule out car from my to-do list. I’m driving a car; yes a car. The brand of the car changes according to the mood I go to sleep. Another interesting fact is that I drive only posh and luxury cars in my dreams. I am enjoying both my driving and the songs played in the car by literally dancing in the driver seat by shaking my waist, clapping my hands and singing in my weird voice. Suddenly a woman jump in front of my car and rather than applying the break, I accelerated the car so much that she died in pieces. Most of the time, the dream extends until I’m in the jail after the court trails.
My regular readers would know that how much I pamper and surprise my family and friends with gifts. That means a visit to the gift shop is an unavoidable thing in my shopping list. This nightmare has given me the coldest shivers and the loudest shrieks. While I am shopping in a gift shop, I pulled out every beautiful and interesting gift into my shopping basket. I did a second round of roaming in shop not to miss any unique pieces. I went to the counter and paid my bill. It happened when I was about to leave the shop. I adjusted my dupatta by pulling it down on my chest and heard the noise of a glass stand which held all the breakable things in that shop collapsing with a bang. It triggered a chained reaction making all the stands in the shop collapsing one after the other. I usually wake up with a shriek by the time all the stands fall down, so yet to know the climax of the dream.
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