Adventures of Zzz

This was my third date with Raphael. The Italian restaurant in Germany was a very classy upscale place. Dim lights, limited seating, Greek musicians playing  Spanish guitar . I didn't always feel lucky in love, but Raphael knew just what to say in any situation. After a long time, I felt like I understood someone. We seemed to communicate on the same degree. Did I mention Raphael was a modern art painting. Oh, he was so handsome! The beautiful, strong frame that held so sensuous yet profound strokes of varied colours. How could one not love the bright personality hidden beneath the dark, lustful hues. Each pattern had a thousand meanings and each colour mystified with every conversation. There was never a boring moment with Raphael. He livened up the room each time he entered. His mere presence gave my imagination wings. Oh, Raphael... We nibbled on our Swiss dessert which went well with the French wine. The waiter approached the table to take our main course o...

I have never done drugs in life. That's a fact. Nor have I ever been curious. But the last thing I saw before sleeping was the  SNL skit on E- meth . That being said, the dream follows: It's dark. Really dark. Mostly because it is night time. But partly because there is some war- type thing going on in the world. I am back to college. Only this was more international. I wish this was my real college. This college was a castle (because it's international, hello!). A college which holds classes at night- time- because it can. We were on a break (not Ross and Rachel break) when the war- type thing started and all students were hustled in any class they could find. We were asked to wait it out before we could resume with our lessons. We waited with bated breath. Its all very quiet. Nothing substantial happens. But I still made this known to you like it's important. It's not. Stop reading this paragraph. Seriously. Now. Okay. I'll stop writing this...

This could be my most glamorous dream so far. Involving exotic locations (France mon cher) and Penélope Cruz (I know she's Spanish. Maybe I've had her pic as my desktop wallpaper for too long). I am standing on some bridge (I am unable to tell you which one as I have never been to France), enjoying the summer. I have a glass of champagne in my hand (because that's what people do in France) and am overlooking the fields at a distance. It's a blissful holiday experience. I turn around and there's the Eiffel tower in all its awesomeness. I close my eyes to take in the aroma of the picnic days. I open my eyes and I am in a high speed car chase. The backdrop has changed to night (did I tell you it was morning before? Oh, never mind). We are running away from someone. At this point I am not sure if we (it comprises of some people I don't recall meeting) are the good guys or the bad guys. We enter a house, which strangely resembles my childhood home where I ...