I had such odd dreams last night - each dream was connected by the same subject matter and place, but the stories were not the same. It was like a comic strip or a sequel. And each time the characters would say the same sort of things, but it would be different..

And just a quick part of the dream -
I stole this guys diary, and just when i was getting to the juicy bits (because the diary was a combination of Indian guerrilla statements and personal thoughts) - the personal thoughts - i was overwhelmed by the feeling of guilt.
AND THEN i had to figure out a way to get the diary back
and i became DISORIENTATED in my dream.. bloody hell, i know i can't read a map in the real world but honestly, one might have thought i could navigate my own mind!

In any case i found the place (a camp shared boy's bathroom *shudder*) and tried to slip it in there unnoticed.
And then some guy saw me,
And i had to pretend to want to buy some gold earrings.
That were on sale.
IN THE BOYS BATHROOM.
go figure.

(And then i found out that this person's diary received 1,800 bullets a day by Indian militants.. which doesn't even make sense.. (But i think i was subconsciously comparing this diary to my blog and i did totally go through pangs of jealousy - like why don't people to shoot at my blog? WHAT? it doesn't even make sense..))