The Bizarre Dream

I dream.

I dream a lot.
This one is the craziest so far in 18 years of my life.

I live and also belong to the Indian state of Gujarat.
I am a guy in the dream(don't laugh). A tall, broad shouldered, good-looking guy of 22. Gujarat is in a mess, now. Probably, for the first time in history, the majority are scared of the minority. I, being a Hindu, am a part of the majority. We, Hindus living in Hindustan are overpowered by the cruel Mews. The Mews have deadly weapons with them all the time. If they are in mood, they can kill 10-15 people. But, being a minority has its own disadvantages. They could do whatever they wished to do, but only in a limited area. They had a huge mountain for themselves with weird looking rocks at the top which they considered holy. Every night as a practice the Mews travelled uphill with their deadly arms and were shouting and screaming throughout the process. Nobody knew what happened at the top of the mountain every night. But everyone knew what happened to someone who failed to reach downhill before the Mews started or to anyone who dared to touch the holy rocks. I knew that the Mews would have spies around during the day, to know about the rock touching part.

I had my mind set. I was not going to let my summer holidays go a waste. It was time to satisfy my body's thirst for an adventure. I was going to find out their secret. I started my preparations. By the end of a month, I knew everything I had to know about them. I chose a Friday as my action day. I took a small bag with me. It had one pair of clothes, a water bottle, money and some snacks. Hiding from the spies, I climbed up the rocks. I took refuge in a small hole overlooking the two paths uphill(back and front).I had decided this beforehand. I had liked this hole because it was the only one with bushes around and this reduced chances of me being spotted. The sun went down behind the city, I could here them coming. Soon, they were climbing. I wondered how they could climb those wicked rocks in a pitch dark night as that one. Their shrieks were unbearable as they were echoing all over the place. From the way they moved and yelled, I understood that they knew I was here. How, I don't know. Maybe they had spies downhill also. Hell, why didn’t I think of that before?.I hid far inside the hole. For the first time, in all these days I felt the danger..I was stranded in a hole much smaller than a toilet with very limited water. But, this was what I had longed for. I wasn't going to give up."Common !grab the opportunity!",my soul screamed. God saved me that night, I was alive and they hadn't found me. The screaming and searching stopped somewhere in the middle of the night, which scared me as I had expected it to go on throughout the night. The sun came up in the east and my mind got busy figuring things out. While having a light breakfast, I decided on my strategy. I was going to wait patiently as I knew they would expect me to show up."Some use of watching James bond twenty-six times" ,I said to myself. In the afternoon, a man burst out with rage. He started to blabber in some language. His blabber sounded as if he was giving commands. I smiled. The leader was doing exactly what I expected him to do. But, I wasn't going to underestimate him. I popped up my head after a little while, just in time to see them making two groups. One group went down from the back but very quietly. The other with one man leading went down from the front but this group wasn't quiet, they made a greater noise than usual. I came out of my hole carefully as I knew, the spies might still be around. Surprisingly, there weren't any. My way was clear. I went noiselessly down from the front as I knew that path better. But, I had enough sense to not go straight down just to get caught. I stopped mid-way and hid in the thick bushes. I waited patiently. I heard them again in the evening coming uphill, I could faintly see the leader's face. It was full of anger and revenge with a tinge of fear. When they had gone, I came out and ran like hell. I came out to the city. I went straight to the PCO.I called my mother .I told her that I was safe. I asked her not to ask much. I put the phone down when she asked me where I was going. That even I dint know. But I was going away just to comeback stronger and to free my people.

So, this was my dream. The best part about it(maybe you already caught it) was that I(the guy) in the dream never found out the Mews’ secret, but simply did all that for nothing and thought that I had won!!!

This just shows how irrational and impractical dreams can be, but knowingly or unknowingly they empower you from inside and give way to imagination.