Dream Lover

Dream Lover
23rd June 2001

No, I’m not talking about the girl of my dreams in this article. That will come later. Or may not be required at all – I’m looking for a babe who’s single, cute, eligible and looking for a guy like me.

I’d define a dream as a subconscious thought or series of thoughts. That secretly communicate with our subconscious minds to influence our behaviours and personalities.

This secret communication probably explains why I’m such a brilliant and imaginative communicator.

I have always had amazing dreams. Amazing, not necessarily in the good sense of the world. I guess weird would be a better way to put it. The worst part about them is that they almost always come true – well, at least the more sensible ones.

I have dreamt about my SSC results – one dream that said 79% and another saying 87%. Naturally, being the superior intellect that I am, my marks were the latter. I have also dreamt about things like tipping a waiter at the Taj and Michael Schumacher dying in a car crash. Being a fan of the German driver, I desperately hope that this last does not come true.

They call it ESP – Extra-Sensory Perception. Déjà vu is another term in vogue today. I’m not going to define them – who the hell do you think I am, the Oxford University Press? The truth is out there – in dictionaries and television serials like The X-Files and The Extraordinary.

That fact is that I am an involuntary Nostradamus. I do not want to dream the future – unless it reveals to me the woman of my dreams (literally), or the exam paper I have to solve the next day.
It’s quite strange that, given my tendency to predict the future with startling accuracy, I have never met the girl of my dreams in my dreams. I’ve had plenty of erotic dreams – however, I have never seen the face of the person with whom I am sharing immense pleasure.

That reminds me – ladies, these dreams have revealed to me that I am, or will be, an amazing lover. Call 91-20-6835604 for a good time.

It may be possible that I will never dream up the woman I’m going to marry. It’s probably because I don’t have a particular type of woman in my mind. That could explain the diversity in the proliferation of objects of the female sex in my life. I have four women I can get hitched to – the best friend (remember the marriage pact?), the college sweetheart, the babe and Legs. Each of who differs in bodily and other characteristics. The only thing that they have in common is that they all seem to like me in some way or the other. I’m beginning to realise that people other than my immediate family – who have no choice in this matter – do love me a lot.

Anyways, I’m digressing. Let’s get back to the products – ravings? – of my diseased subconscious.
I’ve had the normal dreams too. Flying naked in the air, with the whole world oblivious to you.

Jumping off a burning building. Eating chocolate sitting in a bathtub. Et cetera, et cetera.
And then I’ve had the dreams that belong to the other end of the spectrum. Weirdest of the weird. Being chased down by a pack of wolves when with my college friends. Sacrificing my life saving the girls from a burning building. The faces of my friends – morphing, like the result of spectacular animation techniques.

Being of a Mathematics background, I do not possess the necessary knowledge to perform a Freudian analysis of these dreams. I admit to being crazy. I’m the product of two half-mad parents. However, that’s no reason to dream what I do.

Also, I don’t suffer from insanity. I enjoy every moment of it.

There is, though, one dream I hope comes true. According to my latest, my sweetheart will stand second in her University exams. I myself will stand seventh.

I have a feeling that these things will happen. What do you say – second and seventh from the bottom don’t sound too bad, do they?