American Dream...

Its 5.00am in LA. It has been a long time since I had posted something, although wanting to write bunch of interesting stuffs.

There is the dream which disturbed me at this hour. I want to write about my dream before it could dissolve in the water like a drop of ink does as I wanted this to stay thicker like a blood stain in a white cotton shirt.

It was like I am (Rathi was'nt there in any of the scenes), in our old house (Sendhamarai Nagar, Pondicherry). The feeling I had was something like a vacation mood, probably from Singapore.

The first scene I could ever remember was, it was early in the morning, before sunset. The light was lit in my uncles home (opp to ours) He was pulling something similar to a bicycle out of his corridor. Then my uncle's wife, we call her Mami, comes our home. My Mom is asking her why he is leaving for hospital so late. She is telling my mother that...hmm no! no!. I think my mother was telling her, then again actually not telling her but keeps talking to herself and leaves to the kitchen. I asked her, not say asked her. I followed her, then she a kinda of shied me away either or did'nt want to tell me directly.

But before this I could remember, it looked like Amit and Lakshmi were living in a house close to ours, and Amit was away from home on a project. I was preparing to visit Lakshmi, but do not remember where it ended.

But I think she was not pregnant yet.

Then we were in a Hospital, or atleast me and my Mom. I went inside and found there was this somebody laid on the bed. I came out and telling like nothing I saw.
After a while my mom went inside.. oh man I keep forgetting this. I am trying my best to integrate all the bits and pieces in a sequence. Think my Mom came out and told everyone something or we were already known when we stood in the very bright small, clean room.

In the corner of the room, there was a big pool kinda of thing under our feet. In the bottom of the crystal clear pool, where all the new born babies were kept in rows. There is a robot hand, which carried a baby out. Not pulled like a vegetable, somehow it was carrying it perfectly. That hand passed the baby to my Mom.

The baby was very rose in color and I remember it weighed like a normal baby, and wrapped in a near white cloth.

Then we were at a different room, it looked like a Operation Theatre or some other typical confined place in a hospital. Lakshmi was laid in the bed like in anaestesia. I remember there was this word "normal delivery" occupied once or so in the air. Or people knew by themselves.

After a while we were all in the first room. By this time Lakshmi was out of the second room bed. Looked like my Mom spent sometime, in her usual way, to bring the Mother and Baby out to the something like a visitors ward. She was also telling whoever there in the room about this ordeal, in her own known bunch of medical terms.

But before that my Mom and I was there, I think. Mom was cleaning the new born and changing or re-wrapping it with the hospital towel. She let me carried it and it was not smelly, but had a pleasant smell. I looked at Lakshmi's face, it was bright and fairer than I had seen last.

The dream was very sequential, but now they are breaking away like a group of marbles placed on the floor. My father was there in the room, munching something. Mami was sitting in a junky hospital chair reading a cinema news in a weekly magazine.

Now, looked like we are in a different room and bit darker, think it is evening. Amit was entering through a small door. I was giving him a hug. My father and others handshook him. On seeing him I was thinking of taking a day off, now I remember it was a Monday.

Infact my Boss asked me to take day off this week as I (over) worked over the last weekend. My wife was telling me, in real, to take a day off on Monday. Amit was telling that he is coming after work and explaining in detail something, as usual. Then Lakshmi was complaining my Mom that he always goes to work, did'nt take her to anywhere etc etc. Then Amit started telling something again very detailedly. See, he is a strong defender, even in my dreams.

In another piece before that, Lakshmi was half unconscious in an easy chair, with the new born on her chest. I took the baby and wanted to lay it in the crib. Then she was awake and the baby slipped off my hand. I grabbed it again .... don't remember. I think I lifted it and was telling Lakshmi that the baby looks like her. It is a male baby resembling its mother. I was also telling her it is having a thick eyebrows like her and very fair. Did'nt I tell you that in dream Lakshmi was fair :)

Somehow I woke up and felt bad for being out of the dream. Not all the dreams are wonderful. Even I had a very nauseating dream a day before. I was explaining my wife that the dream might interpret that we are going to be a millionaire. That was just to less describe the nature of the dreams. But you can't intepret all the dreams. Sometimes it will happen as it we dreamt. If not why people say "Dream come true".