Adventures of Zzz

In tarot and in various dream interpretations, seeing (own) death can mean 'change'. I have been noticing and writing about witch weather for the past couple of months in my journal. It is my belief that this weather serves as a forewarning for a shift. For someone who is easily bored, this is welcome news I suppose. In the confines of these walls what else do we have to look forward to? Anyway, I have been dying in my dreams for sometime now and I can recollect the following instances at various points of my life so far: 1. Oceans Deep I truly wish I could swim. However, that does not guarantee that one would survive the waves. The ship I was aboard, dissipated and I found myself in the truly terrifying depths of the pacific. The literal middle of the ocean, where even fishes do not venture. A sea so deep that, no matter how low we sink, our feet might never touch the ground. A part of water that was only ever touched by migrating whales and nothing else. Buoyancy  and ...

I have had to google what frogging meant before I could write this. Fortunately, none of the meanings are dodgy, but they are as close to what I am about to describe as a chimpanzee is to a digital clock. The year is 3050 A.D. Future is futuristic but I have spent very little time in reality to tell you about it. What I want to talk about is the way we code. They are not lines of commands anymore that hide the circuits and switches that perform every action. The Operating Systems are now entire worlds and each function is a landscape. You could get into the world to explore and see how it works, but it would be as easy as baking a pie when you do not know how to make salt water. To help with this, we release black jaguars to perform sanity testing. They are fast, nimble and efficient. Also, now bugs aren't called bugs, they are called snakes. They thrive in all sorts of environments and are good at camouflage and hiding. Jaguars might find some and destroy them, but it won't fi...

The start is hard to define, so I will begin from the middle. I missed my flight. I realized this an hour later at 1700 hours while scrolling through news on my phone. I had zero motivation to go somewhere from here. Where somewhere= any place but here And here= probably Pune as the weather is lovely right now. The flight was at 1600 hours. "I should book another." I thought but disregarded it as soon as it came. The world isn't crashing. Let me enjoy a few more days of this. Out on the streets, that looked more like my hometown than a big city, the traffic was piling up. "Tourists." I scoffed. The traffic police stopped a car  on his right. "This," he yelled above the honking, "You see this?" he turned towards a truck on his left. "Yes." the truck driver nodded. "What is this shit?" the cop again addressed the cab driver. "This is good. You all should be doing more of this." Now he was generally yelling. Another...

This was anything but an insipid dream despite the broad roads that I was traversing and the dull monday-ish ambiance. Now that I think about it, nothing in the scene stood out. And there was no reason I wouldn't have thrown this into the null-pointer exception dream pile. But as I said, looks were deceiving. My car halted on the side of a gas-station at a highway. The paleness of the day was fading into the paleness of the evening. I might have been smoking. I am not sure. I know, I know, smoking?? in the day?? at a gas station??? Dream-me is not exactly known for making well thought out choices. A fellow rider materialized on my passenger seat, as they do in this world. We continued a conversation I did not know had begun. Her : After all it is finite. Me : (nodding in agreement) : I suppose it is. Her : No one can get any more or any less than what has been allotted to them. Me : (processing the data in swirls of my cigarette) : It could be less. Her : (shaking her head) : No no...

Before I continue with my day, diving into the typical charts and graphs and dry meetings, I would like to get a nagging feeling off my chest. Reincarnation was an interesting concept at best for me. And I paid it the same amount of heed, I would to teleportation. While I would cautiously describe myself as a spiritual person, I am generally agnostic. I was a powerful lord. One that was sadistic and ruthless. I had a list of sins that the devil would envy and God would be horrified at. Maybe I was Atilla the Hun or Genghis Khan. Although, neither of those explain my other traumas. I know now that this life is the one where I am forced to repent and serve my sentence. What may have warranted this cycle of misery? I often asked myself this question. It felt a tad overdone for petty crimes. A very graphic answer awaited in my dream, nay nightmare. Most times, the general populace wouldn't feel or understand the true purity of love. We all like the abstract notions in art and poetry bu...

 I see him again. "What is he doing here?" my brain asked. "You tell me." I snapped. "Isn't this your doing?" "I haven't thought about him in years." my brain fumbled for an explanation. Yet, here he was, hijacking my sub-conscious. I wondered about the possibility of him trying to reach nooks and crannies of my mind to search for something. Is this the plot of a new James Bond movie? "Do we have to talk to him?" I asked. Should we acknowledge an intruder or lie low? "I suppose he would reach out. Your headspace is not exactly a walk in the park." my brain was being a smart-mouth. "You're welcome!" Complication is my defense-mechanism. "Are we in a party?" I looked around at the sea of faceless guests, laughing, drinking. "It would appear so," my brain tried to apply some soothing piano jazz in the background. So this IS a plot of a new James Bond movie. There was also some incoherent...