Blasted Dream!

I usually can understand my dreams pretty well, like if I kill Michael Douglas over and over again I know it is because of my undying love for Cathy Zeta Jones, but this is one dream that fails to enter my boundaries of perception. Here it goes.

I live in a modern mid-size American city (my friends call it "the villez"). I roam about going to graduate school and doing basically nothing, idyling and ogling at girls here and there. There I enter a street which does not look familiar in the otherwise much roamed about lanes. The road is different because it is much more familiar than any other American street and the road is lined with tea shops and random platform stores. It looks exactly like Ranganathan street in the late morning hours. It is 11 am. People not from Madras should know that Ranganathan Street looks all the time like a movie theatre entrance just after a movie has finished, just that people move in both directions and really sweaty.

I entered this wierdly uncomfortably familiar road and suddenly I see a friend of mine - A. This friend is supposed to be atleast 2000 miles away, but somehow A apprears to just walk in front of me and react as though it happens often. I am really pleasantly shocked to see A that I just check around to find B,C and D also there, just lounging in that street.

(This is very unlike me, but what happens next is ridiculous) I get extremely angry that "my" people are in my town and not stayed at my place, forget that, atleast visited my place, or even just told me that they were coming. A, B, C and D are not some random four people, but really my friends who are supposed to be atleast. This is ridiculous because they look all happy to see me but tell me that they were in the "villez" to just look around. I start hyperventilating here. When I get angry it is not exactly a pleasant sight, but this time I could see what a blinding anger really was. The hyperventilation then goes beyond control and I could not think of anything.

Then suddenly, C takes my hand and walks me out of the crowd. We reach a tea shop and C orders two special Teas (remember that the road looks like Ranganathan street?). We get two and I start sipping into the piping hot tea and somehow I calm down. This part is weird because I do not need help, and I hate being mothered, but that Tea helped my hyperventilation atleast.

We get back together and I take them to all the nice places in the "villez" and then when the story was just about to loose all the fiz, comes the next shocker... C's mother is around and all the five of them had arrived in the "villeze" some two days back. This makes me so mad that I just smile and start a weird mental transformation.... as though I don't trust these people anymore and have successfully isolated them. I suddenly add an unfamiliar respect to each of them completely, making them strangers (I think this is called "isolation" a completely normal psychological defence mechanism).

Then, C's mother (I have no clue from where she turned up!) showed up and I knew it was C's mom because of the resemblence. This was freaky because I knew I have seen C's mother in one of the long shot family pictures and she does not look like this woman. But I recognize her as C's mom because of the freaky resemblence and she starts saying something which is just overwhelming. She made me realize that there was something else going on, that I did not understand hence the uninformed visit.

I calm down immediately and I really became frivolous again and had a blast of a time after that.

Something is wrong with this dream, I cannot really picture what is, but something is wrong. I do not make up unknown faces and I do not get angry that easily. I do not hyperventilate. C is not like that, I don't listen to C, D never visits uninformed. Why did C's mother come into picture at all? I am definitely convinced something is wrong with me, maybe some loose ends to be tied. I can still remember C's mom's face... clear as a crystal, only she is of my making.

Any Freudians out there... Help please.

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Update at 2:45 am on Aug 22:

This post is not for fun because I am really worried that some shrink would write a comment like :

"this dream shows your hidden frustrations of a desperate paedophile!"

get the drift?

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Update at 5:45 pm Aug 22.

This dream is all very erroneous. Firstly I have never had tea in Ranganathan street only Cane extract juice!

I am really going to crack this son-of-a-gun dream down to its roots!

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Last Update:

I think I got it. I had once challenged my friend C that I would contact C's parents without any help from C. I never really got to contact them and lost the bet. It had been in my mind for some time and so now that C's mom recognized me, I guess I have a artificial satisfaction of having accomplished that! Hurray for my dream!