A Dream

Dreams – result of chemical reaction happening in brain. Well, I’m not interested in the science behind the dreams. Lot of things happens in dream, most of which we can’t remember when we wake up. Though sometimes it is not completely wiped out and we have a chance to rethink on our dreams. When we think of them, we realize that they are no surprise because they have relevance to whatever we were thinking for a while or what we can correlate to things we are aware of. Basically, we can get to the root of our dream. But there few, very few dreams which make us puzzled. Why this? What’s the relevance? Did I ever think about this? Who is this person? Have we ever met? Did this happen in my life or going to happen? If you have ever wondered with any of this question about any of your dreams then go on reading else you can safely quit reading as further reading will hardly make any sense to you. Here I’m describing one of such dreams which had no relevance to my thinking or any of the movies that I watched recently.

Guess most of us have this so called “Dream Partner” in our mind, which we can hardly express. And most of the times we ourselves are not aware of how this person looks as we just have dots that are not joined. My dream girl had curly hair, looks wheatish and athletic. Practically, there can’t be girl with the specification that I have in my mind as that is the ‘Ideal’ girl that never exists. I used to tell myself, look for all the specifications in a girl and compromise on few things that’s no problem. I have also classified the things which can be compromised and which can’t be. I had all the dots spread in the drawing sheet but couldn’t join them. With every girl I like, I try to join the dots. There have been instances where I had to convince myself, this is the girl as she covered most of the dots which no girl ever did. Just because she covered most than other girls, doesn’t mean she’s the ‘One’ because there are lots of other essential (not compromisable) dots yet to be connected. Slowly I was giving up on this “Dream Girl”. The face of my dream girl was never visible even in my dreams. If I press my mind to show the girl’s face, it replaces with the faces of recent crushes or the default, Salma Hayek.

When I woke up from my dream yesterday, I felt something different, a mixed feeling that I can never explain. I had a face in my mind which was slowly fading away. I closed my eyes again to rethink the dream. I’m with my friends (can’t remember even a single person though) on a tour to north India (don’t ask me which place). We are in a bus which is passing through so many cities, towns and villages. We enter into a semi crowded city in the evening. A local city bus crosses our bus in the opposite traffic and of all the people in the bus, only one face flashes in front of my eyes. There she is, my dream girl. I can hardly believe my eyes. I smile at her, she smiles back at me. The face: I have never seen in my life so far. So impressive, so exact to my imagination, it fits perfectly as my dream girl’s face. Well I don’t want to describe how my dream girl looked but definitely not like Salma Hayek. The other things that I noticed are – she was in uniform, may be a school girl. Who cares, all I’m happy about is all my dots joined and I have a face in mind. This feels so good, as my search now will be so refined. I don’t have to connect the dots for every girl; I have a face to look up to.

Face of the unknown Angel. No relevance to any of my crushes so far. The last of which is the Chinese waitress of Dynasty Buffet, who I gave a tip of $5 just to see the cute smile on her face. Man, she too was an Angel but sadly stands no chance in front of my dream girl. Now it is time to name my dream girl. After thinking on it for a day, realized it is very hard to name an Angel. I leave it to my dreams to give her a name too.