31/03/2012 Night

There has been a problem on the campus.  There are rightwingers, and then there are us.  There has been a recent election, and we have won.

I lean down to M (k), the somewhat of a leader of my group,  who was bent before a water tap as if to do ablutions (though not in the dream, in the real world, the nearest sim ilarity of those water taps are to those kept outside mosques so that those who come to pray can make their ablutions) and asks him the status in the campus.  He tells me that there are only 6 more right-wingers left.

Later all of us go back to our house  (we all live in a single house).  The house is independent with fencing of dried coconut leaves.  At the entrance through the fence stands the elected leader, who was our candidate.  In the dream (as well as in real life) he is someone who is alleged to be part of a woman harassment issue.  I remember how much I used to hate him.  But I also know that now I have reconciled.  He was shaking hands with everyone.  I was the last one.

I noticed that he was shaking hands with a fake hand that he was holding in his left hand  (so it is not like a glove that you wear one on top of other.  They are distinctly two different hands.)  I also notice that half of the baby finger is missing in the fake hand.  I asked him, “so it is a fake hand!” and neither he nor I thought it to be an offence because it was known (this was the commonsense of the dream because I had read so in a newspaper –again this is the memory in the dream and not in real life) that he was suffering from some allergy in hands  which gets triggered if he touches others’ hands.

Because he has long served our constituency (in real life as well as in dream), I decide to tell him about my uncle who has been the general secretary of the students’ wing of his party from our district.  He did not seem to be knowing him, and not just that, he even said, “this is the final year for those people, they should be quitting their posts now.”  Then I remembered that my uncle is in fact not anymore in the students wing, and that now he is in youth wing.  So I tell him that.  He asks me “General Secretary?”  and then I realize I know that he is not that important but that he is some sort of a secretary.  So I grope between different posts – joint sec? one of the secs? 

I could see the derision in his face, not so much on my ignorance as at the lowliness of my uncle’s post.

31/03/2012 b/w 0700-0820

This guy (k) meets me in the university where I study (in real life too).  The guy is an Arab, with a respectable demeanor, a beard which displays his piety (in real life he just has a moustache).  He has just been selected to a particular research centre, where I have been a Fellow for the past one year and am continuing (so is the case in real life too).  I know that he has just met A (k). 

He tells me that in the research centre that I have been a part of, there is something called “confederality”.  “Don’t you know of it, after being there for a year?”  The picture that flashes in my mind is that of a conference table with a long row of flags of different nations, and I distinctly remember a flag which was Australia/New Zealand.  It seems this is like a group of countries; and that they have a site and you can upload attested copies of your certificates there.  The copies have to be attested by your supervisor.  The Arab guy also told me that he has “some more work to do”, by which I understood that he is trying to make some fake certificates too. 

As I was more and more glued to this “confederality”, more out of a sense of  loss, he told me that he would take me to a place where I could do the needful right away.  What flashed in my mind was an empty classroom with an open and working laptop.

All these conversation was happening right outside the Administrative Building of the University.  Then he takes me inside the building, and the corridors were dark (unlike what they are in real life), and of the usual width.  After many turns which looked like we were passing through endless corridors with crowds at every turn, students passing both ways,  he said “Room No. 37” and then he was not to be seen (this disappearance was not a cause for concern in the dream though).   

I enter Room No. 37.  I see a lot of people there.  Most of them are not students.  They are much older.  They looked like non-teaching staff.  In the backbench, more with the body language of a student, sits my supervisor (same as the real life).  But I don’t go up and speak to anybody.  I sit, waiting.  And then I find out, from a yellow notice lying around, on which was printed in black letters were, SC&ST Blood Donation Camp.  I noticed that OBC was not there, to which I belong. 

I wondered if my supervisor was SC; I did not know him to be one.  I come out, and on my way I hear someone saying derisively about the gathering from the room itself, “we’ll need to do more for the elections.”  A lady is also coming out as I am walking out.  The lady is very beautiful.  She is wearing a white saree with red and golden borders.  She is very fair (like the traditional ghost characters in Kerala movies, in fact she does look like the ghost character from Ennu Swantham Janakikutty, but in the dream she is just an unknown woman).  Her bindi was more of a broad line than a circle., and it was bright and deep red. 

After coming out, I sit with a friend who is doing his Masters.  Soon his classmates start coming out and sitting around.  The closest to me was this girl who was wearing a cargo knee length trousers and green top.  Most of those who were sitting around were girls.  I wonder if they don’t notice me sitting there.  Because I am much senior to them, and that should be alienating them.  But they hardly seem to be noticing me.

I see the beautiful lady at a distance with her daughter who is just a toddler.  I glance at her daughter.  The daughter was wearing a saffron bindi of the usual circular variety (but it was more of a matter of fact than a cause of concern in the dream).  I see the woman spraying water out from her eyes.  (In the dream, this was not weird.  It was just like a normal exercise which people nevertheless rarely do; let’s say, like Yoga). 

There was a friend perched on a tree.  I narrate to him the entire “confederality” episode.   At the end of the story-telling, because the episode was a practical joke, I laugh.  I could hear a group of people laughing with me at a distance.  But I think they were making fun of me and my story-telling ability.

26/04/2012 Night

So there is this cultural fest..something something...we are denied permission...this guy (k), tall lanky dark goodlooking is kind of our natural leader...he is abusing the watchmen for not letting us in...

pilesis pilesis pilesis

there is this test.  not some competition or anything, more like a survival test.  i don't pass it, I die.  it is like a test of your power.  the power is in looking.  one after the other, i have enemies (all u).  There is a kind of modality involved: each time i face an enemy, he is placed behind me, and i am looking at him (it was always a "him" i think) turning left.  Then i feel weak.  the idea is that if i am able to look at him from right, then his power disappears and he is vanquished.   but to turn the head from the left to the right (that is 180 degrees) requires much much force, like it drains you.  But i succeed each time.

Until my final enemy.  i know this is my final enemy.  but the enemy has parted himself to two different human beings.

so there i am, facing the two enemies (actually, the one enemy who has become two).  on my left is a very small girl (she would be just old enough to be in fourth or fifth standard) and on my right is this innocuous looking (spectacled?) young man, in his twenties.  They are separated by a pillar.

I decide to face the girl first.  she is wearing a white top and a bright yellow short skirt.  I strategize.  i think that once i am near her, i will kick her on her crotch and then she will fly away.

So I walk to her.  and then she starts saying "Looking how beautiful my eyes are.  They are the most amazing eyes in the world".  I do look at them, and yes, they are indeed beautiful.  Just then she grabs me.

i shout out, i cry out, "God is the greatest", because i think the moment i say "God" she won't be able to possess me anymore.

I wake up in start