If ever I said to any of my friends that I am a romantic they would not hesitate for two seconds before retorting with "In your dreams." Well, it is true. In reality I am as romantic as Great Wall of China. However in the premise of this dream I am surprisingly a romantic!
There are dreams that are so effervescent that the moment you wake up, all memories and recollections of it are lost. Then there are dreams that linger on for a while with its memories fading by the hour. Then there are some dreams, the rarest of dreams that literally jolt you, dreams so memorable that you wish you never had woken up. Dreams so poignant that you strive hard to keep those memories cherished.
Yesterday I had one such crazy dream. I dont remember the hows, the whys , the wheres etc of the start of the dream but I do remember me being on a crazy escapade trying to help a girl who was trapped in a prostitution ring escape from her tormentors. Contrary to the usual persona of women in such circumstances who are shocked, brutalized and traumatized this was a particularly cheery, chirrupy and a non stop chatterbox of a woman! In my customary seriousness I remember several times I had to rebuke her to shut up lest she gave away our positions. Trains, bus and countless other vehicles later I finally am travelling with her in a rickety autorickshaw. To hide her, I have made her wear a shawl over her head and since we are going over an area patrolled by the goons, I made her recline her head on my lap. Bang comes a naughty retort from her accusing me laughingly of ulterior motives for doing that but she does obey. And now in an increasingly colorful montage is the sight of me stroking her face tenderly. And the next moment as I wonder about how to take her to freedom in a Royal Enfield Bullet I "borrow" from someone, I wake up.
I have never cursed my bladders as I did at that time.
I went back to bed, tried to relive the dream which was so fresh and vibrant in my mind, but the magic was gone. Yes, my imagination could recreate the whole thing, but now the girl near me seems something artificial. The personality that she had earlier is no longer there and instead what I have is an automaton under my control.
It was at that moment I wondered how in the hell could a product of my mind, a character of my dream have such poignant personality! This is not the visualization of a character I have met anywhere, either in reality or in any form of media! Constrained as I am in a perennial lack of mingling with the fairer sex I find it strange how such a vibrant female personality came as a figment of my dreamverse!
I dont know whether I would meet any such person in my life, I am not even sure if the circumstances of my dream is something I want to live in reality. But one thing is for sure. On this cool Sunday I am going to take my first opportunity to get back to sleep so that at least in that way I could continue to be with my dream girl. Especially since that is the only way I could be a romantic.
