I have a dream - 05-July-2009

Dream

Deadline at least a fortnight away.  All hunky dory at the home front, except perhaps, a nasty cold the child is nursing.  Yet, dreams galore.  Could it be the "Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull" in bed last night?

My car-pool friend S, her oldest daughter, V and I take an auto to go home in coastal Andhra Pradesh (why A.P?).  We are waiting in some place, looking at a lake ahead of us.  The lake suddenly turns into a river in spate (yup, Indy effect), and we are carried along to a distant place. We manage to get out of the water and the obliging auto driver drives us ahead. We reach the the oceanfront.  I tell S that now we know directions, we need to go North along the Bay of Bengal to reach A.P.

We travel Northwards, and seized by sudden doubt, I approach a group of young women sitting on a wall and ask them where the heck we are. They reply that this is the West Bengal-Orissa border and I realise with a shock that we have travelled more northwards than was necessary (impeccable Geography, even in dreams, what? Mrs. Eipe would be so proud).  S suggests that we just stay in a hotel that night and resume travel southwards the next morning.  Obsessing over dude's worry about us, I insist that it is only seven in the evening, and if we travel non-stop we should reach A.P by ten (now that would require a jet-plane, right?).  So, we continue our sojourn, the auto gets into an elevator and exits the elevator as a car driven by S's husband S and all their three kids in it, along with V and me.  I am tired, the kids are asleep, and we travel on.

The alarm rang at this point and I woke up wondering where I was.