I had this weird dream.
You know
how dreams are, they melt away from memory quickly. But I noted it down right
away.
So here
it is.
We are
on a flight from Indonesia (wonder why?) to India. It’s a big plane. Three
floors. We can walk up and down.
Now, my
ex-boss Sentil is on this flight. I don’t know how he came to be in my dream.
All I remember of him is that we were part of a fashion show at Dell together.
He has
an ex-girlfriend in Indonesia so he requests for the plane to land. And the pilots
oblige and land, not at an airport but, on a road by the sea.
The aforementioned
GF comes to meet him. But says she can’t go with him becoz husband will get
angry. The girl is in full burkha-hijaab. That was odd coz she was a pucca Brahmin in India. In fact, her
family went against her relationship with Senthil coz he was a Christian. And
got her married to a devout Brahmin from Indonesia. As these discussions were
going on the tide rose and almost covered the road. The pilots hastily take
off.
I believe
that she is Queen of Indonesia now. The old king saw her on one of his horse
rides and hence.
The
smart girl, doesn’t want to give up the Queen duties.
Well,
one of the pilots grumbling away comes and sits beside me and we discussed
takeoff and landing. The king gets wind of this escapade and scrambles his
jets. He sends them toward the Philippines. He never liked them while the bulky
Air India plane slowly sauntered (I will stick with this word) towards India. Then the dream ended.
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