I have really weird dreams. I know that all dreams are weird to some extent, but I feel like lately my subconscious is developing sure signs of insanity. And it’s not much longer till it manifests on my conscious self. Just a polite warning to those who actually have to deal with me on a daily basis.

Ok, so amongst my many bizarre dream experiences, I am about to share with you a couple. Actually, maybe just one. No need to advertise the insanity too much.

Scene 1: Here I am, in my parents’ bedroom, while they’re watching TV. I tell my mom, that I have a worm inside my brain that is incurable (which was scary in itself.) So of course my mom does what every loving mother would do in such a situation. She picks up a gun and shoots me in the head. Good, now I’m lying on the bed telling my parents that I’m still alive, and they need to take me to a hospital! So, they help me up, and I walk out of the room.

Scene 2: My father is driving me to the hospital, on a snowy, icy, wintry day. In a big, rednec.. uh, I mean, red pick-up truck. He leaves me at the hospital door because “he can’t find parking anywhere” and I have to walk across the ice with a worm and a bullet stuffed in my head.

In the hospital, to treat my condition (the bullet wound) they cut off my head. Oooff course.

Scene 3: I run away from the hospital. And now I’m running away from a woman who wants to steal some "family secrets" from me. On a very brown, very sandy landscape with dunes or hills or something. Did I mention I’m a boy at this point? Yes, try and keep up. [Now that I think about it, it was probably because I didn’t have a brain anymore. Haha BUuuuurrrnn!!]

I do remember wondering (in my dream) that if I’ve been decapitated, how in the world is my vision still working!?

Needless to say, I woke up all sweaty and with my heart pounding. But I recovered soon enough and called my parents to tell them about the atrocities they committed. What did they have to say about it?

“Hahahaha”

Earth Hour - March 27, 2010

Lights were switched off, candles were lit and the windows were left open, so that the cool air could come and go as it pleased. For a while I felt like I was home, in India, when a power outage would strike without any notice and we would sit in the balcony, with candles lit and doors and windows left open to invite the cool breeze in. It would be quiet, except for the trucks on the road. It was the kind of silence I grew up with, the kind I like. The view from my balcony was breathtaking at night. What was unremarkable in the light – just roads and stones and apartments – would transform in the dark to a pretty pattern of lights and sounds that would just somehow match. It helped that our apartment is on the sixth floor, and the highway is just the right distance for the sound of passing cars to be pleasing instead of making you want to throw bricks at them.

But, I digress. Earth hour. It was more like two and a half earth hours. And that was because it was spent in the company of nice smelling candles, good friends and good conversations. I will just leave it at that. Candles, friends, conversations and conservation. ;)