oneirophobia :)

Once you see the title, you should have fallen in either of the following categories:
1.it is fear of something , let me read ahead...
2. wow, this girl has got a swarming vocabulary (sigh!! wish it were true, I encyclopedia-ed the title word :) )
3. this should be again one of her useless posts, let me raffa daffa ho from this page soon (blessed soul, suit yourself, I wont say you are wrong though:))
4. this should be one of her useless posts , but do I have a choice? Since I am her friend, If not me, who else ?( thanks buddy(ies), love you ever :))


This post is dedicated to a real disturbed friend of mine, in the US, who has new found things like freedom from the watchful and tale carrying Indian society (yes offence intended!!), escape from buzzing neighbours and relatives, solace in getting to breathe in buses and never waiting for eternity in ticket counters, not being able to hear words like 'traffic' and 'pollution' and so on .. But yet, he is not able to enjoy life ... Since he is already disturbed, let me not flaunt of what we have here like good spicy round the clock food (both at home and outside), non-alien looking and speaking people, 24 hours of time which is left to our disposal and not having to dread every second that we are half a second behind schedule for the meeting 2.15 hours and 12 secs from now :), masala puri with friends in beaches, freedom to walk in middle of the road in heavy traffic and flaunting about our Dexter-dodging skills to good looking onlookers and so on and on and on... . Oops sorry mate . India rocks.

Okay, let me come to the point (finally). He has caught the fear of dreams. I am nonplussed as to how to help him regarding this since:
1. I never dream (Sigh!! Kalam Uncle, sorry, I am not a future scientist of India :) ).
2. I never have any long unfulfilled desire to come in my dreams.( because sometimes it takes eons to get fulfilled that I forget about it altogether :))
3. I am the most inartistic and unimaginative person on earth that I cant even draw pictures in the dream.

But I could help in my own special way, will put up his dreams here, so that you guys can help him :):) (yeah, he does read my blog!!)

So Jumbili ( ha.. example of my creativity :)) calls me from US when I am sleeping like an angel *bragging butt smile*and:

Jumbili: Hi ma, what are you doing?

Me: I was zzzstudying online about zzzzshares and zzzstuff in one eye, and taking up an online mock test with the other:)

Jumbili: Oh. Should have known you sleep for four hrs in the afternoon and ten hours at night cha. Anyways, called to say am really disturbed.

Me: Hoping it was some chick- problem and feeling proud that he had called me of all people for counselling and gyan, I chucked the sleep outta my eyes, and tried to focus. Yeah, tell me, am up.

Jumbili: I am having weird dreams. I was riding on a magnificent looking black horse, embodiment of pulchritude and agility, in a dense forest, in moon light. He was a mind reader, reading all my unuttered directions,I just have to think Turn left turn right go straight and stuff. I asked him to turn right after a while. He just twitched his right ear. I again asked him to turn right. He turn his head right. I got so used to his promptness that this sudden mood swing from him got me twitchy and I shouted at him TURN RIGHT , which was such a bad thing to do. In return, he bit me THERE :(:( I buckled up in pain. I can still feel it.

Me: getting visions that he should be really thinking of his THING very often to get it in his dream. And with a horse??ok shut up Preeti, you are hopeless. Ok Jumbili, dont worry, you are fine(and so is your...), just a bad dream. Goodnight, sleep and let sleep :)

Jumbili calls me again today and:

Jumbili: Hi Pre, I had a dream again today. Even you came, we were in a forest (owww.. get out of a forest will ya?) there was a bear looking hungrily at us. My mother had taught me that, on confrontation with a bear, we should act as though dead (sigh, my mother never did! probably, she thought I had some bellicose blood in me, and thought would have come out of the bear menace, sans this fact). But you were breathing and showed us up. It was about to kill us when I woke up and called you (was so tempted to tell him, never to sleep to avoid dreams, but restrained myself with great difficulty as he was sounding genuinely bitter and upset).

ME: Dont worry , I will put an end to this. (more outta selfishness, as this was the second sleep I was shaken out of in two days). Check my blog in a day.

Okay, so guys and girls, my job ends here. I want you people to tell me now, how to cure him of this oneirophobia :):) Cheers!!