Heh. Allow me a moment to sit back and admire my choice of title. Anybody else here grew up on Cliff Richard?
Kiran tagged me to write about my dreams. Funnily enough, [a reporter from] our local tabloid called this morning asking me for sound bytes about day-dreaming. Seemingly Ronaan Roy (Katy's son) told her I do a lot of that... I pitched into him at the line-learning rehearsal this evening, because, honestly, when do I sit still long enough to dream? If I'm still I'm usually asleep or halfway there. He grinned disarmingly, as he always does (this family's strong on charm, and he's got it in spades) and disclaimed. His startled mother exclaimed, 'But this child has no time for dreaming, how did you get such an idea?'
True. But once I dreamed a lot. Till I was 18 and came to Cal and got a life, I spent my entire childhood dreaming. So I'm writing about the dreams that came true or seem likely to or had a lasting effect on me.
1. Marriage. I dreamt when I was 13 that I was lying in bed, being held by my husband from the back. (I know, precocious.) That was the most secure feeling in the world somehow. And since then I looked for the same feeling. That's how I knew whether a person was worth a relationship, and that's how I knew V was the one. (So yes, making out if not actual sex before marriage gets a thumbs up from me.)
2. Kids. Last year, when I was pregnant with Rahul, I had this eerily clear dream early one morning. (I find the early morning dreams the most articulate and structured, do you?) I dreamt that I was staying in this nursing home with my eldest son, who was ten and had fractured his elbow (I think). V was handling the younger two, a son (4) and a daughter (5) (could have been the other way around). He'd brought them to meet us, and I remember explaining to them that since their brother and I had to be away for some more time, they must look after thier father and make sure they all ate and stayed clean and didn't fight. It was such a sweet dream, and all three children were such darlings. And since then I've often wondered if that is what my future holds for me.
3. My father. Four years ago I dreamt for three days on end, of my father as a young boy (funny, because I don't have any photographs of him as a young boy) and he seemed to be in trouble, to be running away and hiding from something evil. I couldn't dismiss these dreams, they were so persistent, so eventually I called up my mother and told her. She's a believer in dreams, that is to say she doesn't take them lightly, and after I finished my recital, she went very quiet for a while. Then she told me that Baba had been ill and that they hadn't wanted to worry me so I hadn't been informed.
4. I often have these visions of the worst happening to V and R. I know these are just my fears but these come like sudden flashes while I'm going about my work, and I hate the way they scare me. Especially when there is nothing to fear.
5. This is not a dream precisely but more of an intuitive feeling. You know E? The friend I keep missing? Well, she and I have this weird connection. Weird as in uncanny. Since 2000 we have been living in different cities, states and now countries. Now the feeling is weaker but until about two years ago, I'd suddenly sense she was in need. And every time I acted upon that feeling it turned out that she really was going through some sort of low, whether it was a bout of depression or bad news or plain old bad luck. I met her online last night after nearly a month and we spent 15 min or so chatting, and I contacted her precisely because that feeling suddenly came on very strongly once more. She and I don't question it any more. It's very strange because I don't have these flashes for anybody else. Sometimes I can sense that it's time I went to The Bhablet but it's nothing like these urgent feelings.
And I tag Aargee, Yashodhara, Sparx, Anansi and Pat. Come, tell me your dreams. (Cross my palm with silver and I will tell you what they mean.)