First -- forgive my typos and if i write can instead of cannot ... and if i ate whole words.... kinda jumping the gun.
Today being a sunday and given the fact that i really havent slept for over 3 to 5 hours in weeks.... i took nap in the afternoon. know let the ride being
1pm to 3pm 15-Nov-2009
so here goes the dream ==>
fast cars and people all over... if i remember it felt like a F1 venue only it was also so fuzzy and noisy (i think) ... and from what i remember everything was a long streak ... i cant be sure. i dont remember but it may be i was a part of F1 car race.
anyways.... the next thing i remember is
being near my childhood home eating and stuff then (again not sure but i think swetha just gave birth to child) and a couple friend and me are leaving the hospital (even thou there never has been a hospital near my childhood home) and we walk down the stairs and that place came out directly in front of my childhood garage. just before parting with my friends i suggest that we go someplace and grab a bite.
we get into our cars and their car is in front and i get caught behind by something and they take a turn i cannot which i can make out and for all practical purpose we are separated from each other. this car i was driving seemed like those nascar type of car with neon lights at the bottom.
then for sometime i just wondered (in the same street or was perhaps in the same place thinking what to do next) and thinking. then my friends call me or something (i dont remember) they call to say to bring something (coriander leaf? and a few other things i thing cash?).
and for a moment i am seemed to be caught up in some kind of jam and there semed to be awful alot of people and even another car for a street which is usually very clam - here too i wondered whats up.. why such a crowd.
Everything above is happening in the same street.. my childhood steer.
right after this i find myself alternating between a motorbike and nice sexy bike (something like i wanted as a child). one moment in the motorbike next moment in the bike (bicycle) and back again... till i finally found myself on the bike (bicycle).
i remember giving the bike an odd look as if "wow! how did i get this i have wanted it all my life with a content smile of wonderment on my face but not understand how i got the bike to start with.
its one of those bikes which professional racer use with gears and all (although i did not see the gears i was so amazed and content to have the bike itself).
finally when my friend had called i remember arguing with the shopkeeper over phone that if you dont have this and dont have that and a customer has to bring it then you might as well shut. but anyhow i go the to shop with the stuff they wanted and again start arguing with the owner but - this was just a argument you have when you are irritated and not to serious about it. not to mention that the shop kepeer was an old man a kind of lived in his own world .... or maybe his attitude is this us what i have take it or leave it or maybe even bring your own stuff... as if the old man didnt care a damn
the oddest part of the hut-kind-of-shop was the old man was making "paan" (bettel nut leaf and some other stuff see==>
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paan ) but in the back he had something else going on thou there was no attempt to hide it... so i dont think it was anything illegal.... i think something to do with puffed rice that we have snacks here in india - but it struck me as very odd and why would the owner be doing such a thing... because it seemed so deceptive (even in my dream i think i thought of this being a little deceptive)
LOL anyways ... right then swetha kicked my butt and woke me up
Can anyone help me with this? this the first dream i have remembered in years and the first time i am trying to analyzes it... i dont know why. but i am assuming i am doing so becuase there is message in the dream... this is the only dream that i am remember that i am trying to trying find answers to.
the one thing i can be sure of is i saw
==> f1 kind of place.
==> two nascar kind of cars (one my friends and one mine)
==> one normal but a real upmarket car
==> one sleek sexy mortor bike
==> and finally the bike (bicycle) used by the racing pros and which i wanted since i was a child.
any help would be greatly appreciated.
Regards,
Abhishek