Dreams are a series of images, ideas, emotions, and sensations occurring involuntarily in the mind during certain stages of sleep.
The content and purpose of dreams are not fully understood, though they have been a topic of speculation and interest throughout recorded history. The scientific study of dreams is known as oneirology.
At work, there was this project for which I was designing the database. I was continuously engaged in meetings and discussions about this requirement. Things are so well timed in life that I also happened to have agreed to paint the windows at home after work. After coming back from work I have exactly 30 minutes to relax and immediately after that I have to start with the painting. There were totally 11 HUGE windows to paint - all in 5 days.
I took it up as a challenge - only because I actually enjoy painting. So after painting for over 4 hours each night, I hit the sack way past midnight. Given my insomniac reputation, that was fine.
But just as my body tires a bit more than usual, my dreams get fuzzy. Work and home get mixed up...
I am struggling to find out a solution to store data about windows in two tables. I am writing SQL queries to fetch records from a table that stores data about windows and paint and when I join with the windows details table it gets messy.
I decide to start over again. I am scribbling in my notepad and scratching them off instantly. This goes on and on despite my Mom's belligerent efforts to wake me up from my mumbling sleep. I yelled at her and asked her not to disturb me as I am trying hard to fix this serious issue at work. She knew it was my usual sleep talk and gibberish and left me alone. It took me probably an hour to snap out of this infinite loop and wake up to reality.
These darn dreams are so real that they cook up your brains right in the morning!
It was a party. A dimly lit hall, lot of people, lot of noise. I walked in trying to locate someone I knew. At a corner beside some tables, I found a few of my schoolmates. They were talking and giggling. All I could hear was some mumbling noise amidst all the loud music. They waved at me and called out to the rest of the people announcing my arrival.
The guys behind them turned around and came towards me smiling. These were guys from my college. There is no way these guys could have known my friends from school. But somehow they spoke as if they knew each other for years. It never appeared strange to me at that point. No questions came up in my mind at all. What party was this? Why was I here? Why were these guys here? Nothing. It all appeared normal.
I somehow happened to have a drink in my hand suddenly. I took a sip and spilt a bit. That is when I looked down and realized that I WAS WEARING NO TROUSERS! What the …?
How come no one noticed, or were they all actually laughing at me? Why is this happening to me? How can I ever forget to wear my pants? I stood there with my stomach twisted in embarrassment. I felt so hollow, I could have been knocked over by a feather.
I felt like running away from there but I was unable to move myself. My legs went numb and I struggled to move but kept trying harder and harder to find myself waking up from a terribly embarrassing dream.
It is difficult to explain the sense of relief when I realized that this was all an illusion up in my head. This is just one among the many strange dreams I have had.
I think I am an insomniac. At least I can say that I struggle from a sleeping disorder. I simply cannot put myself to sleep. I read books, watch movies, listen to music but nothing makes me fall asleep.
Even when I do fall asleep occassionaly (maybe after a week or two), I sleep verly light and will be loaded with dreams.
I have been like this for the past 4 or 5 years. Maybe the nature of my work and my tendency to stay awake late for various reasons, made me like this. But one thing I noticed over these years - I was able to clearly recollect almost ALL the dreams I have had.
Dreams are so mysterious, psychological and has always been a topic of interest among my group of friends. But during a tea time banter, my friends mentioned that none of them could ever actually recall their dreams as much as I say I do.
That along with another reason triggered this interest in me. Why not write about these dreams and keep that as a record. The other reason I mentioned was this - there were so many instances of déjà vu - which would be so real that I would be baffled for a few seconds wondering if I had ever dreamt of this particular situation.
So here I am starting this blog to record my dream recalls as a ready reckoning for myself and as an open book for the rest of the world's amusement.
I think I am an insomniac. At least I can say that I struggle from a sleeping disorder.
But since I possess this ability to clearly recall almost all of my dreams, I devote this blog to record my dream recalls as a ready reckoning for myself and as an open book for the rest of the world's amusement.