i had another lucid dream today morning, a few minutes ago.
this one was not as sharp or memorable as the previous one.
to begin with, there was no story.
it's interesting. the dreams i remember, are always the ones with a story. the rest of them just fall apart into bits and pieces, that fall apart into photo-frames stuck in my head.
anyway, last night's dream included tisha, tushar and samantha (and the funny thing is, i can't remember what samantha was doing in my dream!). and involved random things centered around goa.
the most vivid scene in my dream was the last one, when i gave a gun-toting terrorist a lift, in exchange for him guiding me how to get through numerous checkposts on the way (quite successfully, i must add).
he was a really nice, polite guy. and he only hitched a ride until we were past the cops, and then actually got off and started walking while i rode off. he also lost his gun somewhere in the crowds while i was riding (i had to ride through a densely peopled market of sorts).
after he got off and started walking, i rode by myself through a narrow, winding, country road.
and fell really sleepy.
in my dream, i remember, everything would be a blur once i'd take a turn, and i could only keep my vision straight when i was riding in a straight line. and i was all over that road, not even noticing the number of near misses i had cos i couldn't see through my mental haze most of the time.
and yet i survived, unscathed. until the end of that road, which connected to another road - i could take the other road home, or turn back and take this winding one home.
and that's when i fell off the bike.
my last thought before i woke up was "what's a better road to ride on when you're very dizzy - a straight one or a winding one?"
the dream seems to be so very influenced by recent incidents in my life, that i'm kinda freaked out.
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