Analyze This V.

Poor blog, Ive neglected you for so many months now! It's ok, I have juicy updates and a nightmare trom this morning to tell you about!

I was told that I had cancer and was going to die in a few days. My mother thought that it would be best for me to have my organs removed, leaving behind only the most vital organ, my heart. Usually this procedure is performed after death, but my mother insisted that I have it taken care of right away. Apparently a surgeon in my dream (or a creative butcher), she cut a long vertical slit along my spinal cord and pulled my back open. One by one, she placed the organs into a jar.

After the procedure, she told me that she wasn't going to suture me back up; I was going to die in a couple days anyway and it would be easier to remove my heart this way. I agreed and went on with my day.

Everything was normal (or as normal as it can be given this situation). However, when I ate my belly region would hurt. My mother explained that it was because I no longer had a pancreas to process food sugars by releasing insulin (yes, I have nerdy thoughts in my dreams). I didn't know if I had a stomach any longer.

After eating, I went to the barber shop. I insisted that I wanted to get my hair relayered so that I would have cute bangs to fall on my forehead when I was in my casket for viewing. As the barber sprayed water onto my dry hair, I had an adverse reaction. My eyes were bleeding from their sockets!

I carefully dabbed my eyes and left the shop without getting my haircut completed. Was it time for me to die? Terrified, I went home to take a shower and wash away the bad thoughts along with pieces of my cut hair. Thoroughly soaping my body went ok, but once I turned on the water to rinse, I started bleeding from every opening. My eyes, my nose, my mouth, my back were all pouring out blood.

My time had come.

Some Updates.

Aww... I have been neglecting my poor blog. Well I was home and internetless and my life has been pretty uneventful. Here are the updates.
Nightmare updates:
I was driving on the roads of San Jose about to get onto the 880N freeway entrance but I missed it. The roads were completely empty, given that it was the middle of the night, so I decided to do a 180 degree turn ("bust a bitch") in the direction of oncoming traffic and get onto 880N. Suddenly there was a HUGE truck coming in my direction and we collided. I experienced "death" in my dream. After the collision, I saw a white light, felt like I was falling down an endless tunnel, and then was overcome with a feeling of suffocation. I woke up from this dream and it was 4am. Freaky. (Indian Superstition: Any dream that you have around 4am -- "Amrit Vela" -- has some element of truth in it.)

Another Dream this week:
I was on a roadtrip with Dr. Chase from the show House. Shit, I know I watch too much of this show if the characters are showing up on my dreams. But God, he's soooooo dreamy! and yes, he had his Aussie accent in my dream. But it sucked cuz he hooked up with one of my friends who was also on the roadtrip. Saddening.

I've had the song Hot and Cold by Katy Perry on my mind for the past couple days. These lyrics are the catchiest:
Someone call a Doctor
Got a case of Love Bipolar
Stuck on a rollercoaster
Can't get off this ride!

Valentine's Day is only 5 days away. It was interesting when I found out that St. Valentine was an actual person who lived in Ancient Rome. He was a Christian healer and tried to help a blind girl see again. Some people didn't believe in his healing abilities, and threw him in jail for life for tricking the public. Before he died he received a card from the girl who had her vision restored that read, "To My Dear Valentine." Since then Valentine was a term given to a friend/lover/dear one. :) Cute story, right?

Analyze This IV.

No, I didn't have a nightmare last night. I did, however, come across a message I had written to my friend about the one I had back in October that I still clearly remember. This was the message:

"Ok, so I fell asleep to Tout Le Monde on repeat and I had the most twisted nightmare ever!! So I was giving a report presentation (that prob came into my dreams cuz of our convo) with Cindy and other classmates in a tent in the middle of the woods. I was the last person of the group to go present and the other finished groupies stepped outside for a min... and got eaten up by cannibals!! we couldnt find the cannibals but apparently they were followin me cuz they'd friggin gobble up anyone I'd hang out with!! and then i was like omg, no more Berkeley/woods life for meeh, i'm going home to SJ where there aint no cannibals!! but this time i'm home juss to see the bones of my eaten family members all around the house!! and the music was incorporated into my dreams, superrr eerie. when i started hearin it in my dreams the "end credits" of the "movie dream" started rollin. HELLA CREEPY. I'm never listening to that song while sleepin ever again!!"

Tout Le Monde:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UOKiLHxBmMU

Analyze This II.

Before any major test, I always dream of almost getting violently attacked. I tend to overcome my attacker, which could be my subconscious telling me that I need to/will overcome my test. However, the way my mind chooses to depict that in dreams is always absurd. Take my dream last night for example:

My family and I were headed off to dance practice in a far away city. We decided to take 3 different cars (I don’t know why we felt like wasting hella money on gas or something). My mother and aunt were in one car, my brother and dad in another, and I was in a beat up mini van by myself. I was leading and realized when I got to the location of practice (some underground garage) that no one was behind me anymore.

I parked in some shady looking street near it. The street lights were broken and it was pretty dark, well into the night. As I walked up and down the streets trying to get signal for my almost dead phone to call my parents, some dude that was yapping on his phone spots me, makes a catcall and starts running towards me. As in real life, I had mace on my keychain and I sprayed the crap outta the dude (who was a bald, middle-aged man, with none but 3 teeth in his mouth that protruded out) and forgot about him.

I found one, lone street lamp that somehow gave off phone signal. As I called my parents no one picked up and my phone’s battery was very low. I was overcome with this eerie feeling that everyone but me was killed. I looked around, hoping that they would pull into the street soon. Further down the street I saw the door of my van ajar and cautiously walked toward it. “What the hell, I always lock doors and double check. Did I forget just this once? What the…” My eyes fell on a gasoline box that I immediately recognized as a bomb!

Looking toward the direction of Dude’s car, I saw that he had a remote in his hands to make the bomb go off. Without thinking I threw the gasoline-box-bomb in his direction just as he pushed the button. Hearing his car explode in the distance, I decided it was too dangerous for me to be outside and needed to seek shelter in someone’s home.

I saw one house on the street with their porch light on and cautiously entered. “Hello?” I called out. An old man tried stumbled towards me, and then gave up when he saw a chair close by. He seemed all boozed up. “Ok, he’s too intoxicated and old to be harmful,” I thought to myself. “Sir, can I use your phone?” I asked. He said it was fine but to make no more than two calls.

Seeing how smashed he was, I was pretty sure he was not going to be able to really keep track. As I played with the phone cord of the wall phone and called my parents, I noticed a picture of Dude that I had blown up outside. Shit, it was the guy’s son! I calmly told my parents my whereabouts and they picked me up, and we nonchalantly went to dance practice in that abandoned garage…

Knocked Up.

(My convo with 'lil Preets on AIM today)

Me: Dude I had a nightmare again yday before my final!
Preets: oh no!
Me: I dreamt that I was knocked up and bout to try to explain it to my rents
Me: (thats what I get for studyin the reproductive system b4 going to sleep)

Preets: Should've used protection
Me: Anyway, I managed to explain it to them, dont rem what I said anymore thou
Me: But they were more horrified by that fact that my cuzin overheard everything
Me: Than the fact that I was knocked up!!

(IM at the same time)
Me: So the dream ended w/them plotting to kill my cuzin!
Preets: Did you guys end up killing ur cousin and burying him?

Me: Dang, you can predict my life, friendships, and now even my dreams? Creepy.
Preets: Thats how I roll
Preets: Psycho style ;)

Analyze This.

I have the most absurd dreams ever. I feel like I should start keeping a dream journal again. So in my dream I was walking through this village with homes that were not completely walled. You could see everything going on inside the “houses”; they were packed with children running about, huge TVs blasted on full volume, and old men smoking pipes on the porch. I was in what looked like a third-world country, walking on a stepping stone path to the Gurudwara with my mom.

At the Gurudwara, I ate some snacks in the outdoor Langar Hall and left my purse by this sardar and non-sardar guy. I thought to myself, “Whatever. This is the Gurudwara. People won’t be sinful and steal here. I’ll just get my purse later.” Before I turned away I saw the two guys makeout in the nastiest, raunchiest way ever. I turned away, disgusted, and left to go sit inside for the Kirtan.

When the Kirtan was over, I went outside to eat lunch and the sardar handed me back my purse and keys and said, “You almost forgot this.” and left. I looked closely at my keys and each one was engraved with something. The first key read, “Will you go out with me?” The second key had his name, the third his bday (Year 1987), and a fourth one about him being a student at Sunday Gurudwara School.

As I looked at the keys, I was first skeptical about his age because he looked a lot older than just 21. But I chose to disregard my suspicions because I don’t think I can ever guess a sardar’s age right. Then, I wondered why he’d ask me out if he was allegedly involved with that other non-sardar guy I saw him with earlier. Finally, I realized he was lying about his age because 21-year-olds can’t go to Gurudwara School (or at least in my dream they couldn’t) and deduced that he must've lied about everythin else too. (so my logic may be a little skewed in my sleep)

Needless to say, I woke up feeling pretty disturbed.