Aparna Shukla

This is an excerpt from my diary. Closest I could get to make you guys feel what I felt.

Tilo was jolted out of her sleep. She was sweating mildly and was still on her bed. She had the same dream again where she falls off a cliff and is shaken up on her bed. Mom says it’s a very common dream and one shouldn’t be scared of it.  

Obviously mom doesn’t care about her, she’s her least favorite child. Arvindo and Rupa di are the one’s she loves most. They are in one team, Rupa di, ma and even the stupid arvindo. She wishes Baba would be home more often to take her side. Baba loves her and that’s why he’s come home only for her birthday with the most beautiful cake she has ever seen; it’s a two storey vanilla with strawberry slices all around it.

The thought of the cake makes her jump out the bed and run towards the kitchen to have a look at it.  She thumps down noisily from the stairs, maa’s reading her morning newspaper. She  bolts into the kitchen so fast that she bangs on cupboard. She looks at maa once but she still is busy reading. Tillo opens the door to the most beautiful cake ever made. She looks at the white icing and the missing strawberry and three big ugly finger marks!

They have had it this time, both of them arvindo and rupa di. She runs out into the garden and yells angrily at arvindo, she tells him how stupid a boy he is but arvindo doesn’t care and keeps looking elsewhere. How can they spoil the cake, her birthday cake! She’s in tears as she turns to rupa di. She shouts at her bursting into tears but that has no effect on di, she’s smiling, not even looking at her.

She calls on for maa. She rushes back to Maa, she’s reading her newspaper,she cries how cruel both her siblings are and  how badly they have spoilt the cake  but  Maa doesn’t care, she doesn’t move, she’s still reading. Tillo angrily tries to push ma to look at her but she still wont move, she’s frozen! Tillo looks out of the window and neither of her siblings are moving. She runs upstairs to wake baba up. There’s no one in the room, baba has left, his luggage is gone. He would now never return. How will she cut the cake now? She thinks, maybe baba died, . She is climbing down to the kitchen when It strikes her how lonely is right now. She starts sobbing out of fear and fat drops of tears roll down her eyes. What would happen now? How will she live alone? As she climbs down the third step her body loses control and she slips. She can feel her body move up in the air ready to hit the stair case and she’s jolted out of her sleep. She was sweating mildly and was still on her bed. She had the same dream again  but  Mom says it’s a very common dream and one shouldn’t be scared of it.  

Brenna Ribeiro

A young woman with whitish make up that makes her look scary stares upwards. She is at a lower level and so its like a top angle shot. Everything around her is dark. She is wearing something that can be called a cluster of white threads. Its looks very much like fur but it isn't.

Still staring she gives a wicked smile and turns around. Slowly then faster she starts spinning around.  All I can see now is the white threads moving in circular pattern like in a washing machine.

This movement suddenly transforms to a relatively straighter movement along a curvy path like a river. From the initial spin of the woman to this, the speed of motion increases at each level.

The river-like movement of the threads tranforms into a real river. And now finally the surrounding is not just darkness. The river flows along small rocks hitting it and creating a splash as it moves ahead.

Now I see the bank of the river. The noise of the speeding waves is gone. The water is moving very slowly, it's more or less silent.

The bank is of mud and small stones. Not too far are hills, many hills. It appears to be evening time. A young women trembling, scared is running down a hill. She is wearing a salwar kameez and has bruise marks. She keeps turning around as though to see something. There are a lot trees and shrubs on the hill. A man is chasing her. He's not too far from her.

He's dressed in a blue kurta and has shoulder length grey hair. He looks straight at me with eyes wide open reminding me of the scary woman's stare.

Another man with the same hairstyle but a few grey strands is now staring at me through a huge glass window. This man is standing in a small room which is on a ground floor.

The room is all wood and glass. The external wall, the internal walls, the flooring its all wood. There is a door and an unusually big window in the external wall, both in glass. Through the glass you can see the full room which is dimly lit and the man is staring.

The same stare that the two men gave is given by a third man. The young man is standing in a narrow lane with buildings on both sides. It is night time. He has the same hairstyle as the two older men but with no grey. He is Shahid Kapoor.

It's early morning in a chawl. Wooden railings and stairs from where I can see doors, many doors. The wood here is of the colour of dark chocolate while that in the wooden house of the second man was coffee color. A woman is putting clothes to dry on a rope. I don't see her face.

*I am the third person in the dream. I don't see myself at any point.
* Blame it on Group 3. I guess all the mystery and horror stories we are working on is spilling onto my dreams. :D

Mamta Kalambe

Sitting alone on an open ground I see this immense landscape that captivates my eyes.It must have been one of the most beautiful sight that has ever met my eyes. Or should I say my mind? Because this was a dream. I wish this was reality. Why wouldn't I! After all reality doesn't seem so beautiful. And to escape reality we often day dream.At least I do.
Now getting back to my dream. This dream was most beautiful one and hence sharing it. However this isn't a recent dream, I got this dream last month. I reminiscence a few scenes from it.

I am lying on a ground, no thoughts in my mind. Absolutely still. I am watching at the expanse of the sky. I know I have seen the sky a million times but it still brings that feeling of ecstasy. The sky for me is a roof which holds the world together as one family. It reminds me that I am not alone here. I share this space with others too.
My arms wide spread, rub against the coarse ground as I move them. The texture of the ground comforts me. I gradually fold my arms to sit upright now. The scene that next meets my eyes is breath taking. I see a white horse towards my left. The horse's tail sways smoothly, its flow just like that of river water. The The movement of its feet are in rhythm to the sounds of nature. Its white colour stands out from the orangish hue of the sunlight in the background. This elegant yet powerful animal transports me to a realm of tranquility. Adoring the pleasant sight of the horse my eyes now move to the green pastures around it. There are parallel rigid trees on the right. A soft sunlight escapes through the branches. The tress evoke a sense of support in me. Now I look around even more, scrutinizing the environment around me. The trees seem to be on the edge of a mountain. The bright sunlight seems to be calling me. I still sit still, mesmerized by this beauty of nature. I still think what lies beyond. Maybe another heaven awaits for me.

I got up with a smile on my face. Thinking it is time to travel, travel in search for the place that I dreamt of. My alarm rings and reality hits me...it was time to get ready for college!

Ex#6: Dream On!

 
Fed up with SCM and all it's assignments, etc?! Here's your chance to tune out n let your dream world overtake you :)

The celebrated editor Walter Murch has this to say about dreams -
 "Well, although 'day-to-day' reality appears to be continuous, there is that other world in which we spend perhaps a third of our lives: the 'night-to-night' reality of dreams. And the images in dreams are much more fragmented, intersecting in much stranger and abrupt ways than the images of waking reality - ways that approximate, at least, the interaction produced by cutting. Perhaps the explanation is as simple as that: We accept the cut because it resembles the way images are juxtaposed in our dreams."

For this week, I want you to sleep with a notebook n pen by your bedside :) Write down your dreams each night or any night that you remember your dream. Write in as much detail as possible. Choose any dream (or part) that you'd like to share with us here on the blog. If you don't end up dreaming this week, feel free to include a daydream, fantasy, nightmare recurring dream, or any altered state.

Write in an evocative manner, in a way where we can "see" your dream. Choose one that intrigues you! Enjoy. - Ajay

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