Its nice to discover that a dream is totally unbothered about one's culture! Though we come through two distinct backgrounds with totally different orderliness of thoughts, yet the orderliness of dreams is very very similar.
In my dream last night, the 2012 demise had approached. I was in a canoe when the huge waves finally came & pulled my canoe away somewhere. It was damn beautiful a sight, with water everywhere accompanied by snow (somehow). It was funny how the world came together as one and distances reduced to a great extent. On my right, was a blue whale. The giant literally blue whale's tail was just about to hit water with a great momentum. As it smashed against water, I was thrown high up in the air, but I never landed back. Instead I was floating in the air with avians and celestial bodies- a very little asteroid and I don't remember the rest. Probably I woke up. I love this project even more because it inspires me to sleep in order to dream.
Another dream:
I was a kid and playing with my best friend on the terrace of my very old house. I dream of that house very often. In reality, she had left school and got shifted elsewhere. So in this dream I couldn't believe she was back, so I kept asking her, "How come you're back?" In my conscious, I never realized I miss her. These dreams make it evident that I do.
In my dream last night, the 2012 demise had approached. I was in a canoe when the huge waves finally came & pulled my canoe away somewhere. It was damn beautiful a sight, with water everywhere accompanied by snow (somehow). It was funny how the world came together as one and distances reduced to a great extent. On my right, was a blue whale. The giant literally blue whale's tail was just about to hit water with a great momentum. As it smashed against water, I was thrown high up in the air, but I never landed back. Instead I was floating in the air with avians and celestial bodies- a very little asteroid and I don't remember the rest. Probably I woke up. I love this project even more because it inspires me to sleep in order to dream.
Another dream:
I was a kid and playing with my best friend on the terrace of my very old house. I dream of that house very often. In reality, she had left school and got shifted elsewhere. So in this dream I couldn't believe she was back, so I kept asking her, "How come you're back?" In my conscious, I never realized I miss her. These dreams make it evident that I do.
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