Dreams!

Dreams!

Some dreams can cause curiosity and confusion in concurrence...
Believe me this is no co-incidence or occurence; it is more like recurrence...
This singular dream was confusing enough to even be considered a dream...
Some dreams leave you wondering if they were actually nightmares!!!

Fortunately, I can excuse myself with the alibi that I could not help it...
That anything that is forced on one can be met with resistance or wit..
But dreams and nightmare dont provide you with any opportunity...
You re just an unconscious victim, lying down unaware of any mental activity...

This man in my dream of last night..

He was diseased...All of the mind...
He was diabetic...He had to avoid all the sweet (things) in life...
Much as he would at times be tempted to enjoy the sweet things...
His pancreas was actually somewhere in his mind..
Only one thing could possibly cure him of the diabetes...
His mind...He just had to make up his mind..

He also had arthritis...
His life was like this jigsaw puzzle...
And all the joints hurt...
Joining pieces of the puzzle was not just insanely difficult,
If one joined them all together correctly, it would pain and hurt...
And disjoint, he would be go about his life, just fine!

He had been surviving, more like existing than living...
His mind,over the years it had become diseased...
Rarely with anything would he be pleased...
Until...

Until one day he met an angel...
The angel came to him in the form of a Paradox...
Our man...with all the disease in his mind...he was a moron..
And the angel, a paradox in disguise, was a lovely lady, Oxymoron...
May be they would make a nice pair...

But hang on right there...Not all paradoxes can be dismissed with smiles and appreciation...
Angel Oxymoron was a panacea, a cure-all...
But cursed as he probably was...he was beginning to fall for her, the Angel...
Only to realise that she was a chimera...and possibly an ephemera..

But like most men, he wanted to take a chance...
He dreamt of having her for consort (dreams in dreams are allowed by the way!)
But she heard of it as concert...

At this point in time, the dream, for some reason the dream took a turn...
Taking off from the idea of the "concert", the consort disappeared into the background....
May be the Angel Oxymoron was really was an Ephemera...She wasnt around..
The audio was beginning to gain at the cost of the visuals...

Now, I was in a concert...I could hear Mozart..
And then I could hear the "Old Spice" jingle..written by Carmina Burana and widely mistaken to be inspired by Mozart...
Only that a few seconds later I realised that this was my alarm going off ;-)

I will probably never know if the climax could have shaped up any differently!
I ll leave the speculation and imagination for a later day!