Thursday, 19 September 2019

DREAM



DREAM ::
--> I was at home on the 1st. Had to show the bug in laptop's screen at service center and came to campus by the evening. Also had good amount of sleep already at home.
--> It was a normal evening. Fb, Gmail, Quora and as it was 12 eyes were feeling stressed so I sent you a bbye message and went to sleep but only after reading a few pages of from the new book that I have started reading enthusiastically (The COBRA - Frederick Forsyth).
--> I almost only slept because my eyes were feeling dry and tired. Sweeped of to half sleep and almost full sleep normally but only with some uncomforted mind.
--> So, I don't remember the starting scene of this. I know this sounds totally crazy too but hey this was just a dream.
--> So here it goes ::

                 We are very good friends by now. Talking in person (contrary to the on-line chat), was more prevalent and had a close feeling that one gets from the best friends.
                 So some day you come to me, worried and perplexed as if something was haunting you since some while and wanted to ask me something. You ask me if I wanted to marry you. As confused as I always am, I slide into deep thoughts as to say yes or no. Was it a serious one or not(since she appeared tensed already the possibility of this being not serious whipped off instantly).

Thoughts ran all over innumerable possibilities of answers and it's reactions of her. Though a very few finally made sense and surfaced to being considered. After all these years of knowing each other so well and I knew for sure we would mend with each other the best. My answer, as I wanted to be yes and yes I was a lot more hesitant as I never reached a final conclusion previously whether she was the best match out there for me.

// Unorganised :: 2nd Sept 2014(Tuesday) // night of 1st Sept 2014(Monday)
(Written on 2nd Sept 2014. Unorganized. Just publishing it now on 19-09-2019 without any reviews because somehow I feel there's some old me in this post to look back at.)

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