:: Spotlight ::

I am somehow able to remember the dreams that I experience. I am afraid I might be alone in this world when I come to say that, but I do. Not that I remember them long enough to be etched into history, but long enough to write about what I saw early into the morning today (7 am). And strangely enough, the connect well into what lies ahead in life. Not that all my dreams comply to Freud’s* theory of wish fulfillment or is it influenced by events in the “day residue” but they serve as some sort of a connect to the future.So, I had a rather interesting dream today. 
Time has gone ahead and I have gone grey. I am still alone, quite predictable seeing the current trend. The place that I am in, is not very well defined. But I know seeing the people around me that I am in India. The sun hasn’t risen very prominently, but is nestled amongst the clouds. Its drizzling a wee bit too. The air has a fragrance of burnt/half burnt human flesh. The town has succumbed to a growing epidemic/phenomenon and very few people (mostly women and a very few men) have lived through it. And those who are alive are enclosed in a casing, transparent, which I think is made of glass. 
 
The scene outside is grim. Women are seen wailing their hearts out at the sight of their dead partners, children amongst others. They are covered by a coating of ice, so that they can sit near their departed loved ones. Maybe it is a means of prevention of the spread of the epidemic. Some of them are doing the last rites of their loved ones, something which has never happened before in India. The graves have filled out and overflowing. And the roads are soon filling up as make shift graveyards.  
It ended right there and I woke up to a start. Strange as it felt waking up to it, maybe the world is set to reach this stage 200-300 years from now. Have you, the reader experienced such notions about life ahead through the dreams you see? If yes, I would like to hear more on that.* Sigmund Freud – Austrian Neurologist, father of modern psychoanalysis. Author of the book, “The Interpretation of Dreams“.  The book is highly recommended for those who haven’t come across it.

8 thoughts on “:: Spotlight ::

  1. A first timer here, I like the way your space looks- simple and uncluttered. Maybe I'll copy, maybe not but I am impressed.. See more of you around.. 🙂

  2. my god-such an unpleasant thought to begin the day-and you say 200-300 years…maybe sooner at the rate things are going…and the vividness with which you described the scene-amazing!

  3. I know a blogger, Chikki, she can sense death. She dreams of death, if someone is about to die, she can tell….I have a strong sense of intuition, I can tell if someone is cooking something against someone, I can read minds, but future, naah…and dreams too naah…But, I to remember some dreams clearly, some from my childhood too 😉

  4. Nikhil,Death, though is viewed with disdain by most people, is also considered as the beginning of new life.. Death brings about the much needed rejuvenation..Think of the sprouts of life from a supposedly dead plant.. In that sense, I suppose your dream heralds a new dawn.. Life, they say, begins from death..

  5. Sam,I am glad you like the looks of my blog. But, did you read the post? :)Suruchi,It wasn't the best of things to see, first up on a december morning. But then, my grandma says that dreams seen early in the morning, come out to be true. so who knows? Maybe even less than 200-300 years as you say. 🙂

  6. Chintan,I would like to talk to Chikki. she seems an interesting enough person. 🙂 Harikrishna Sir,Indeed, life begins with death. I am glad to see you here, more than anything. 🙂

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