Creativity of the Subconcious...

Its been a long time, haven't dreamt of anything lately, or rather should say nothing that I can distinictly remember after I wake up. Why? Has my subconcious exiled creativity? Does that reflect my own state? I am some what getting worried..
I think this is more to do with how much time I spend thinking to myself (talking would make me sound weird!). Thats the most probable premise that can have some effect on this change. Let me see how I can work on that...

Creativity of the Subconscious...(6)

I am at the Quarterly event of my company and as usual it had to be full of fun and excitement. We were at the terrace of a pretty tall building. There was some kind of a big setup there - a projection out into the air, some sort of a swing! Each of us had to take this ride, buckle-up to the hook and take a big swing.. wohho!! Going outwards was easy. To get oneself back on the terrace again was the real adventure. If you cant manage to come back with enough force, chances were that you would remain there suspended for ever! Probably this was not enough, for the second round we had to carry another team member on the same ride, just like those circus guys!!!

Oh God! I could hear my teammates cheering me.."Yes, you can do it!" My immediate thought was - who is light enough here? Whom can I carry if I had to? ;) I was just thinking of this and looking around when I saw Khizer smiling at me!

.. and I woke up with the same smile. What a dream! I found it a little strange then, 'coz Khizer and I don't work in the same company any more.

But thinking of it now I can completely figure this out. Few days back I was watching some show on discovery about the best amusement parks around the world. That's the reason for that swing and all jing bang. But there were two other very prominent messages there:
1st - Its been a long time I haven't spoken to this wonderful friend of mine. I have to speak to him now and look, what an opening line I've got here! :P
2nd - Is it already time for next quarterly? let me check with G3 :)

Creativity of the Subconscious...(5)

War

I am at some beach...happily enjoying the cool sea breeze. Actually, we (me and my friends...cant remember who all..) are playing with a huge yellow colored ball....cracking jokes, having fun. Somehow I missed a catch and the ball went into the water...with the waves it just drifted away. I thought I lost it..but only for a moment. With the next wave it was back! I threw it back into the waves..again the same thing!
I liked this game better!! It was me vs the Sea! The idea itself was thrilling! I threw the ball again into the waters...with waves it was gone. I waited..all excited! Here it came again..Oh my! its a big one! "Thats interesting!" I ran a little and just managed to get away from the splash. "Hey!!" I said to my new playmate, "cudn't really get me!!! tch tch tch" and I threw the ball again into the water.
I was again waiting..this time it was taking longer...I couldn't see the ball yet. I was anxious now...whats happening? I wanted to see far...I climbed up a nearby rock..."Oh Oh!!! Dont take it seriously! Stop! Stop!"

....and I woke up... all shaken by the grandeur of the sight! I saw a huge mountain like wave building up and marching fast towards the beach...as if my playmate had summoned his entire army to stage a war against me. "You dint have to make it that interesting!" I murmured, getting back to sleep.

Creativity of the Subconscious...(4)

Gist

We are all on a sea shore, Mom-dad, Akshay and me. I am getting ready to get into the waters...I say fare-well and I plung into the blues. I am swimming as if I have just learnt and having a good time.Suddenly the water starts turning black, oily, greesy...its becoming hard for me to move ahead...its almost about to get into my nose and mouth...something's pulling me down..I try, try to lift myself, raise my hands and flap them...suddenly with some magical force I take a long stride,I am flying! Literally flying...I was so amazed, surprised!!! I was loving it! Like a happy bird..I went on...contented with myself..I was feeling the cool sea-breeze around me...then after a while I started flying towards earth, I could now see my parents and Akshay...and then I had a smooth landing just next to them.
Its been years now but I still remember this distinctly. It was by far the best one! The tranquility, the joy that I felt for those few moments all alone in the sky and that cozy feeling I got when I again touched the ground, with my family smiling at me, was just mesmerizing! Perfect in symbolism, it leaves me in bliss whenever I think about it.

Creativity of the Subconscious...(3)

When I was paired

I am travelling in a bus, through a very beautiful country side..probably somewhere in Kerala...all those tall Coconut trees, lush green forests...streams flowing on either sides once in a while...Wow! Almost like Heaven!
The bus finally stops in front of a huge building...I am the only one to get down I guess...I got down and walked inside the building taking the stairs surrounded by stylish glass work...what is Rushabh doing here..that too in food-services t-shirt...I walk up...oh my God! The entire Haven crew!!! I look at my clothes..me too in food-services t-shirt! (I wished I had not compared my trip to heaven!)
What are we doing here? And how come no one's working? Then I was suddenly called up and placing my hand in this guy's hand, she said, "here u go..u found a partner!"
What? I looked at her and then at this guy, who's this creature? and what in the world is happening here? Then I was told that we were all going for a trip and in pairs. What? I was close to a heart stroke! What is all this crazy stuff...everyone was running from one place to another...looking at all the beautiful things around, which no longer were beautiful for me....I am just irritated! Drastic mood change! This anonymous creature is trying to walk with me and I run ahead...everytime! How stupid of them to plan such things, but Haven it is [:P].
Finally he calls my name...I am far off....I turn and all I remember was, he had green eyes.

Creativity of the Subconscious...(2)

Collage

We are waiting for this guy to join us. Mom's as usual worrying about time and things yet to be done..me, Masi and Akshay are generally having a lousy conversation...suddenly it strikes to Akshay that he should wait a little ahead for Sameer and so we both start walking down the hill....I am happy its downhill, everyday walking all the way up, I never used to understand what made Gaurav choose this stupid location for Saba office..."Sameer should have understood which one rite", Akshay asked..."Tunga International or Tunga Palace....Oh there he is, Sameer..oye wait!" "Oh damn why this truck in between now...oh good, he saw us"..."dude!..this way"..."Ashu dont run...Akshay hold him!"
Damn! What was that...what was my family doing at Marol-depo? We have absolutely no business there...All I know is my last office was at the end of that road..all the way up the hill. Why such a sequence, totally unrelated, that too a year after I left the place? It was some kind of family affair, but I chose, of all, this street for its location. Why? I thought, I used to hate this road. Strange!

Creativity of the Subconscious...(1)

Past few nights I have been dreaming a lot...the fact that I've got a lot of free time this sem, I guess, has sunk in too far, more than required! My dreams these days have been amazing, if put together might just beat any Quentin Tarantino creations in terms of abstractions [:P]

The night when I was almost killed!
There's someone near my window...I hear something..was it just a shadow, no someone's there. Oh my God! seriously, someone's there..should I get up and see..cant even get up..he's too close to the window, did he see me?
Before I could think anything, I hear firing- not once, but twice, thrice, continuous sparks coming out of the hole made in my glass window...I was shocked!!! Not even a pistol, machine gun!!!! If I was siting on my chair now...I would have already reached a different world!! Oh God!! Can't even scream...did he see me...my bed's just next to the window...what if he see's me...if he..Oh here he goes...his head turns slightly and he is now looking directly into my eyes!!!!! Thud!
shha...I got up, what a bad timing! In a way relieved to find myself still in this world, I looked at the window..still in doubts..checked if all my curtains were shut, window closed and again lied down. It was my second night in this room, actually first after shifting my bed close to the window....and this came almost like a surprise. Never ever did such a thought strike me, when I changed the arrangement. Interesting! It lasted just for few seconds but made me shit scared! I dint think why? who? all that reasoning was blown out with the very first shot..all I could feel was tension, the closeness to that final moment. It is horrifying to wait for it, when you know for sure that it will strike you any time. Believe me, I would have died even before the bullet struck me.