Jotting down the dreams......

If there had been any competition for daydreaming, then I would have won a trophy for it. Yes, daydreaming is my hobby unlike the hobbies pursued by other toppers. I love daydreaming, and I think it is my greatest passion which I couldn’t deny in any moment. “Seminars, conferences, classes and examinations” these are the favorite spots for my daydreaming, as it was my part-time job when I am bored. But, they are all temporary. They come at a time, ruin my so called precious lectures and examinations, and then vanish in the point of eternity. In other words, I don’t remember any of my dreams to mention in this essay. I don’t even know what this essay will contain. Maybe it is also a part of my daydreaming. I am pretty sure that it will contain the dreams that I will delve into, for hours allocated for this essay.

Have I mentioned about multitasking function of my mind? Well, I am applying it for my essay to complete.

Oh My God! How can there be squirrels in my house? I have never seen them before. Wait a second! Its not a squirrel. It’s Bill Gates. How come he know I was dreaming?

“Hi Sujil, don’t be annoyed or confused. I have just come here to offer you job in my company.” He says.

“How did I get selected? I didn’t apply.”

“Well, sorry for being sardonic. You have actually been called by the Dean of Princeton University for interview.” He says.

I am in a trouble now. I don’t even know the name of the dean. How can he take my interview? How did he know me?

Now where on earth is Bill Gates? Oh! It’s a dream actually. Why is this ground so soft, and green too?

What is on that board there? Princeton University?? :o

What is Nirja doing over here? I think she said me that she was going to Banglore. “Hey Niru, timi kasari eta?”

“Hello?? Who are you talking to?”

To my astonishment, she doesn’t know me. She is my best friend but how can she forget me?

Now, I am totally confused, as people are passing by me with a disappointed look. I am looking for Nirja. Where has she gone now?

(annoying sound comes)

What is that sound? Why is it coming periodically?

I am shaking, and my hands are too without any effort. The scenes around me are going dim. Now, I realize that I am still in my room, with a notebook, typing my dream actually, and the sound was the alarm of notebook saying “Battery 7%! Turn off or plug in the charger”. Now, I am reviewing my essay. This has a sense on what I dream. This daydreaming sounds so magical. I was actually enjoying the fruit of Princeton staying on my bed. This is interesting for me.

Today, I have done it: A successful attempt to jot down the dream. I have given a digital form to my passion. It feels truly magical and contentment, as I have completed my hobby. This is not just a hobby that I have noted down, but also a reminiscence of the day, that I may think of, in my elderly.