While I have more or less come to a fair understanding of mostly ignoring the unusual dreams I generally have, this one managed to stand out and make me go and tell a few friends the sequence of events as it unfolded. Like every other dream discussed, this too underwent a dissection of sorts and was finally forgotten. Or it seemed like it. But what really happened was, that it turned out to be a sign for something rather unusual in reality.
As my imagination conjured it, I dreamt of a trusted friend and colleague at a party, a social gathering where each one was snorting coke. The drug, as we know it was the done thing and for reasons only my sub-conscience or Freud can explain, I wasn’t among those who did coke. I happened to run into my friend at the party and as we were having our little party talk, he took the opportunity to grab my hand and slit my wrist. Then he went ahead and dabbed some coke on it and ‘infected’ me, as I dreamt it. Later I happen to consult another friend who hasn’t touched any narcotic all her life, and she brushed it away saying it was talc.
But within the mind of the dreaming me, I was dead sure it was coke and now I belonged to the league of those who has coke in their bloodstream. I woke up and declared the dream to be among the weirdest I’ve had in a while and loyally reported it to my friends.
Two days went by, while the dream was still a topic of discussion, when the friend who infected me with coke, pinged me on instant chat and announced his marriage. Though I know this can be a pure co-incidence, I would like to highlight how I haven’t spoken to him in the longest time and there was absolutely no reason why he chose that day to tell me about his wedding which was months ago. It definitely did the magic for me. For the first time my dream actually gave me a sign. At least it got the person right this time.
But it didn’t promise to make any sense, and rightly it didn’t.
