A page from my dream diary…

Dear Diary,
I’ve narrated to you almost all the dreams (nightmares included) that I’ve had. But the one I had this morning is altogether different, even exhilarating! I found myself in the best of my spirits thanks to the dream, even after a nasty fight with parents and the sweltering summer temperatures. Well, let me elaborate without further ado:

I actually had two dreams this morning. Incidentally, both have the same protagonists. 🙂

Dream #1:
I’m perched onto the so-called “Mech-corner”(It’s an asbestos roofed enclave, with slabs by side which can seat about eight people) of my college with my friend Sidharth, discussing sundry topics from Torrent-speeds to plans for the sem-break. Then I see her, running down from the first year block. Her chest was panting and a smile developed in her freckled, but graceful and wheatish face as she approached me:
She: “Hey chetta!”
Me: “Oh, hi!”
She (in *suave* English): “Forgot to tell you the other day, you were awesome at the personality contest!”
Her hand feels damn good. Smooth as velvet. 🙂
Me: “Thanks, you did well too. You won the second place. Right?”
She: “Ah, that was nothing. I didn’t do well. The judges were partial, obviously.”
Me (“I hate this girl’s English. Sounds SO artificial”): “Heh. I hope so. So, what’s up? Classes? Life? When are your classes goanna end?”
She: (again in English):”Classes are goanna end soon. Life’s not great either.You guys have sem-break right?”
Me (“Aaaaaaaaaargh! Doesn’t she know malayalam? She’s mallu right?”): “Yeah, got bored at home. Decided to drop in. Besides, I had a meeting with the HOD.”
She: “Oops, think someone’s in class. Gotto go. C ya soon chetta.”
Me: “Bye, C ya .”
Me (To Sidharth, while admiring her *body* as she runs back to the class): “I don’t like this girl… Too much English, too much show-off…”

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Dream #2:
It was the coldest night in those parts. Teeth-rattlingly cold. As I lay on the bare grass on the foot of the valley, I could feel the cold setting onto me. Even the well-prepared tent and my woolen blanket didn’t help much. I turned by my side and glanced at her. I could hear her teeth chatter, as she lay with her back facing me. Her curly and short hair fell on my face incessantly as her body shivered in unison with her teeth. Her red blanket hid near-perfect body adorned by a collared T-shirt with pink, white and black stripes and a pair of dark jeans. (She looked SO beautiful that morning).

As I’m lost in thoughts about her, she turns back and pulls me towards her with her left arm, quite involuntarily. I’m dumbstruck! But, without much ado, I reciprocate… 😉 Gingerely removing her blanket and mine, I pull her body towards me with my arm. Then, I use the twin woolen blankets to cover our bodies. As her soft breasts press themselves onto mine, a warm-sensation begins to set in. Her abdomen, her legs, all fight to share space with my body. The comfort of her body-warmth makes me draw her more close to me. She reciprocates willingly, again. I caress her back with my arms, and kiss her freckled cheek. She hides her face, deep into my left shoulder. I close my eyes only to fall into dreamless slumber…

Now, this is NOT fiction, period. True, I might’ve used some exaggeration in the second story, but that’s miniscule. The essence is still true. 😀 Hope you’d rank this as one of the most rejuvenating dreams I’ve had! 🙂

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