I dreamt about Katrina Kaif

Have been reading Gibran and comprehending him better. Madness takes time to comprehend and the confessions and prophesies of the insane are more profound than they apparently seem.... While I am not in league with Gibran, I am definitely a comrade to the outlawed insanes. As days pass by, I become more aware of the synonimity with my tribe. To narrate an instance is the dream that I had last night.

....Suddenly in the dark winding alleys of dream I see a dazzle of light and then the picture comes to life with moving figures. I voyuer into my deeper self and see myself standing in a deserted place that only sounds familiar. In the midst of a market, that in reality would resemble a fair, I stand quite lost. In my dream soliloquey (that echoes in my mind ) I ponder on which route leads me home. Standing at the intersection of many streets, I hear cars honking and screaches and a lot of hulla bulla and there is a strange fear that creeps up my bones - a fear of being disowned. In utter confusion I walk into the nearby grocery shop and a figure seemingly blurr, clears to take the form of a familiar face. She(Priya) is my office colleague and also the one who stays in my neighbourhood. In desperation I ask her "Can you tell me which way home is". Apparently she tells me where it could probably be, but am not sure. I stare outside the glass walls and see a red Ford Ikon stop in front of the shop. I step out and peeping from within the car are two of my other colleagues - Aruni and Hitesh. They invite me to have a drive and I presume, offer to drop me home (or did I think they said so)... We drive for hours and now the roads are straight, mostly avenues, it is a long journey.... Aruni stops the car and then very politely hints that now I can go my way. I am in a fix and seeing situation she decides to take me home. We travel for a few more hours and then take a turn at a bend. I reach the lane that looks uncannily like the one that leads to my house... I am about to warn Aruni that the lanes are disastrous but feel rather shy to admit that I live in a place that is no better than a slum. Aruni, who is driving the car; and it is apparently her's, drives straight into the messy, narrow lane. Ahead of us lies a trench that seems to be brimming with water but I choke and become inaudible as I cry for her to look out. The car lands into the water and the force of the water breaks the glass panes and in minutes the car is destroyed and deforms into a mere shabble ... and while all this accident takes place I silently watch as a spectator (but when did I alight from the car?) Aruni and Hitesh retrieve themselves from the chaos and walk towards me. Shame grips me and I am in tears, apologizing for the fate of the car and the episode entirely. I keep cursing and blaming myself. Aruni takes pity on me and gives me the responsibilty of carrying the heart of the car ( cars have heart???). I swear I'll do anything to protect it. At this moment we are transposed to a metro station and the ongoing conversations that I can overhear tell me that perhaps we are heading towards my house still. As time passes by, my destination seems to be shiftig further away. I feel a tug at my arm and then to my astonishment I see a thief trying to snatch the heart away form me. I overpower the shrivelled man and take possession of the heart while the crowd watches me.....

...I am sitting on the staircase that leads to a parliament or a temple , I am not sure. Interestingly, I am facing away from the structure, and looking towards the fountain that adorns the porch of the concrete establishment. Kneeling down, hand clasped as if in prayer, I am asking for forgiveness. Before me there is an audience and in a minute's time the whole place starts beaming with people. My sleeping eyes span the place and it is like a primitive Greek auditorium. There is a flash and Salman Khan ( a popular bollywood actor) appears as an incarnation and blesses me. I cannot recognize this personality in the dream and yet he cannot convince me ... (of what and why- I am clueless)...then appears the divine figure of an angel - this time it is Katrina Kaif (the bollywood actress who is dating this actor)... I am impressed by the halo and the pristinity that emanates from her presence...I am engrossed, almost hypnotised and I believe every syllable she speaks, as if in a trance. The audience start clapping - it is an awesome performance and there is a lady standing under the car-shed who starts laughing hysterically - laughter of tragic joy and she mumbles something like the "subaltern rises - strong ".....

I wonder what Freud would have said after reading this?