Eating the
self-made fish patties for the lunch can causes mental diarrhea with severe
dream constipation. It happened so that while I was having my afternoon siesta,
like any other Bengali ‘bhadrolok’, after having 6-7 fish patties I dreamt:
My dead
father woke me up, this morning, but I found him sleeping inside the car. My
driver, Zia standing beside the car, pulls out a carrier filled with ‘chicken
biryani’. Both men start feeding each together. What? My father (who is dead)
and my driver (who will be dead soon). [...I’m the only guy who wants his
father to be gay...]
Leaving both
the old gentlemen to each other’s company, I start driving the car seating in a
crumpled state. When I was at the flyover that connects Appu Ghar to
Secunderabad Station, I realised that my seating position needs to be changed
and start adjusting my seat by opening the door. A policeman helped me...(how
unreal this dream could be?)
Finally, I
parked my car in a forgotten place and decide to take the metro-rail to reach
home. I left my car keys at home.
In the
station, a gang of girls, playing with colours fell in love with me. I
realised, I’m a not a straight guy [how melodramatic] and so, I dumped them
all; except a fat girl with ponytails with whom I got married. [I seriously
need to operate myself now...] Thankfully, the dream sequence repaired the reel
soon, [I can never be a straight - not even in my dream...uhuh!] so I start
running away from the fat-girl and finally, escaped through a tunnel to the
flyover where Appu Ghar meets Secunderabad. [I saved my 'gayhood'....yeah!]
Now, I am awake. Can anybody tell me where I parked the car?
