Cobb said, “Our dreams feel real
while we are in them. It’s only when we wake up we realise things were
strange”. For no time before any of the words from Inception had occurred to me and resonated throughout my skull with such a frequency as did the
quotes from Godfather or The Dark Knight. But yesterday’s dream wasn’t just a
diminutive vision of my hyperactive sub-conscious brain but a vision which felt
like I was experiencing it. It was disturbing, horrifying and enough to
establish the fact that I was going insane, maybe. Moreover I guess seeing dead
bodies in your dreams is surely enough to leave you in a flight of disturbance
and if by chance you tell someone that you saw a coaching centre with a creepy
morgue beneath, it is enough to let the psychiatrist take care of you. A lot
happened yesterday as far as I remember. May be things which shouldn’t have
taken place or things which should'nt be expressed had got through yesterday. An
escalated height of verbal frenzy, crazy manipulation, technological
exploitation and the whole episode bound with scepticism and mistrust. It’s funny how I couldn’t remember much of
the last night episode and it feels like the yesterday never existed, like a
day has been omitted from my life.
It was around 2am in the morning
when I suddenly woke up by a troubling thought regarding my 500. I jumped from
my bed and with a jolt rushed towards the balcony just to check if my
motorcycle is there in the parking area. A sigh of relief when I saw her
totally intact, wrapped beneath the cover. I came back to my bed, hit the
pillow but couldn’t let go of the thought that whether I parked my motorcycle
back inside when I came back last night or did I leave it outside the gate
unlocked. It was awfully weird since there wasn’t a day when I had forgotten to
park my 500 to her spot every time I returned home. But tonight I just can’t
remember it. My mind said I had parked it safely while my brain kept on
interpreting that I had forgotten to do so and I must make a check before I
sleep again and so the rationality doubted the instinct and won over it as I
rushed outside to confirm. However the night was still left and so was my
journey into my own fantasy of personal nightmares. It all started around a
time I cannot remember. I was back with a sling bag and a backpack at the same
place I had so desperately tried to run away. I was wearing my blue Simpsons
Tee and blue denim. But this particular place was where I had always thought I
had left a part of me behind forever, a past which was dishonest and a constant
struggle with someone who looked just like me but was a different entity in
itself. He only existed in my head but yet his presence could be felt around
that place. It felt like he existed only to serve a purpose when I was back at
this place and as if he would project himself only when I was around this
uncanny premise. I was actually back at my coaching centre where I was thrown
two times by my overly concerned parents with some false hope that it would
make me some kind of Harry Potter, but neither my parents were Lily and James
Potter and certainly this place wasn’t any Hogwarts School
of Wizardry. It was more like a moribund penitentiary where they teach
absurd concepts of Science to middle school kids and stuff the nubile brains of
every dim-witted and average minded child like mine with bogus dreams and counterfeited
hopes of becoming an IIT’an. This place was more like an Azkaban in my opinion
and I was no less then a dreaded prisoner, Sirius Black, gravely misunderstood
and wrongly convicted. And so it happened that I was back at my coaching place
in my dreams only to realise it wasn’t exactly as I remember it to be. What I
witnessed in my dreams was a colossal structure of bricks and concrete standing
tall in the middle of a burning sky and smog filled city right in the middle of
something which appeared as an industrial hub. I somehow ended up inside this
giant edifice thinking what the heck I am doing here with a travel bag when I
saw a swarm of kids walk right past me like flies buzzing in themselves. They happened to be the same kids with whom
I would study even though I could hardly remember their names but those
looks and those faces were like seared inside my head and now just itching to
come out. I saw some of the faculties too whom I could just remember by faces. And
then I saw Ronn beside me. We were trying to find an exit from this place but
it looked like a maze in itself and no matter how much we tried we ended up in
the same place back again. So Ronn and I tried to took a stairway when these kids past
through us and I asked Ronn if he remembers these clowns. He said he don’t give
a fuck about anyone of them and don’t remember anyone. It was weird because
these kids I saw walking past me were from my first year in this place but Ronn
only joined the centre from the second year. There was no way he could have
known any of them.
The scene then shifted to another
frame and a different setting. I was once again back inside the place but Ronn
was not with me. I was there all by myself but I still was carrying my Backpack
and a sling across my shoulders. I looked around me and it looked like I have
somehow ended in some study area of this place. There were other kids and none
of them I had seen before. There were some pretty girls around who looked too obsessed
with their books. It was a quiet place as the only sound I could hear was of
the occasional whipping of air from a ceiling fan. I tried to ignore everything
else and started walking down a long staircase which winded up in some sort of
basement. I followed it in some hope to find a way out but to my horror I ended
up caught in a space which appeared right from Return to the House on the
Silent Hill, a brick-shitting fucked up hospital filled with rotten corpses, nasty spirits,
covered in blood spots and to add to my freaking situation in ended up right in
front of a dead body on a stretcher as I ended up down the stairway. There were
many rooms with flickering and dim lights and same bloody stuff could be seen
everywhere. The zombie nurse was sleeping right on one of the stretcher at the
door of a room. Sure she looked hot with her overdose of white foundation, black lips, blood on her lips and those scratch marks I was in no mood to mingle with a zombified nurse. Beside they were never my type and even before I knew I caught up a flight back up to another
staircase and now ended up on a floor of some pregnancy ward of some decent
looking hospital. But I was damned FUBAR from the scene that I paid no head and
tried to find an exit from the place. I looked through a window across the
stairs to figure out where the heck I am only to see a giant body lying open in
a middle of a big space. That is the end of it and I ran like hell again climbing
up through another stairs only this time I finally ended up outside the place
somehow in some kind of industrial complex. The place was bustling with vehicles,
the sky was still drenched in crimson red and there was smog around. I looked
back again and saw the huge structure standing still as a reminder of some
creepy and shady scene hiding in plain sight in the busy streets of some messed
up city and like the place was smirking slyly back at me and whispering “No one
will believe you”. Chills ran down my spines and I took my exit on the very
first turn not even remembering I left home to buy some engine oil for my
motorcycle.
