Nightmares..

So, I don't think I am going to have the opportunity to share my nightmare with anyone and I really need to talk about it to someone. Yet again I turn to the most faithful companion (faithful due to fact of electronic slavery and lack of choice, but we shall ignore that) and pour my turbulent imaginings on this canvas.

Before I went to sleep the day before, I had read an article about this guy who had beer bottles, bear cans and other beer paraphernalia overflowing through his house. Basically the guy had some sort of a breakdown and literally drowned his existence in beer. Naturally this led me to worry about the direction my life is taking - I seem to be giving in more and more often to the slob-like tendencies that ocassionally rule my life.

Basically I dreamt that somehow I ran into this old couple that lived in a house, maybe they were my neighbours or something. I looked into their kitchen and saw that it was littered with hair and nail clippings. Approximately 42-50 sq ft of hair and nail clippings, 3 inch thick layer. For some reason, I offered to help them clean it up; some nagging thoughts that they seemed too feeble for hardy labour like sweeping etc.

Anyway, this is where I think my dream borrows from Life of Pi. As I continue cleaning their floor, I start realizing that the hair that I am sweeping away is way too dark to be their hair, and that's when I start thinking that maybe the hair doesn't belong to them. Maybe they are cannibals or something? In Life of Pi the cannibalistic tree on the bizarre island had Pi fooled for the longest of time.

I turned around to look at the couple and the look in their eyes is totally disconcerting. There was a greedy and opportunistic gleam in their eyes that was extremely worrisome, especially in light of my suspicions. Out of the two of them, I remember the old lady most clearly, she had grey hair that were curly and short and beady, large eyes that looked at me with a lot of anticipation.

I think she made a move to catch my arm or something, but I woke up around then. 2:30am. The apartment here is much less scary (except for the possible gators lurking in the swamp) but it didn't feel safe right then. Called family in India to feel some security, sort of worked. Spoke with Mummy, Anna and then Kaajal.

Anyway, nightmare on the following day was worse because it actually has some bearing on my life and reminds me of sad diminish of great friendship.