Friday, October 25, 2013

Weird dream

I had a weird dream in the morning. Actually most dreams are weird. I read somewhere that they are a way for your brain to get rid of the garbage thoughts that are leftover from the day. So I was dreaming that an old client gave me an assignment. I was to get on a plane and go to a village in some European country and exchange some money and then fly out the next day. I found myself in a beautiful quaint little place which looked like something out of a storybook. All I had with me was a slingbag with a small wallet that had a few old and wrinkled notes. I kept thinking I will have no time to really see this beautiful place. I walked around looking at the fair skinned pretty people. The whole place seemed like it was frozen in some long lost time.

As I was wandering around I got hungry. I sat down at an open air cafe sort of a place and there was a movie being shown on a large screen. It was Casablanca and I watched as I ate chole bhature for some reason. And then four men came and sat around me. I got uncomfortable, got up and started to leave. One of them got up and said something to me. I kicked him and pushed him away. He fell and I ran away. It was evening and getting dark. I finally got to the money exchange and it was shutting down. I ran and banged on the window. An old woman told me I needed to get a photo ID before she would exchange the money. I showed her my passport but she said that won't do. She told me to go to the library next door and ask the manager there to make me a photo ID which would be acceptable to her. I ran again and found myself in a dark library full of old books. I found the manager, an old cantankerous  man who tried to shoo me away as the library was closing. I thrust my passport at him and he took it saying the photo ID will take two days.

I walked out into the night thinking to myself that even if I could delay my flight home by two days I don't have the money to survive for two days. I thought of calling my client but I couldn't find a phone. And then suddenly it hit me that I had travelled to the past and my client was going to get an exorbitant exchange rate and make money. I didn't know how to travel back to the present. I had no passport, no money and then I woke up.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

super!
that's the plot for a film!

parul gahlot said...

Yes dreams can be weird and interesting that way. Please do leave your name. Thanks.

Anonymous said...

I am just a random stranger who reads your blog...

Please do keep writing. I think you're very talented!

parul gahlot said...

Well Random Stranger, thanks for your encouragement. It would be nice to put a name to the kind words but I guess you have your reasons for the anonymity. I intend to keep writing. Do come by often. Cheers!