Dreams...

Yea, I am back posting my weekly updates!!
Wish I could write a post more frequently, but it's most unlikely to happen.....
It’s Sunday evening and I am at home, with nothing to do. Two-three years back, my Sunday evenings would consist of a tight schedule of going to school and attending the ex-student's alumni meet. Then going around with those friends doing some alumni work and then meeting couple of other friends after that. Well, for past more than one and half year, Sunday evenings mostly meant visiting a middle-aged couple, talking to them, going out with them or just sitting at their place and spending couple of hours with them. I used to feel a lot better after meeting them, because they used to shower lotta attention and love on me. I used to feel 'special'...
And today......
I have nothing to do; all my friends are out, either with their gf / bf's, or some other friends or attending some classes. So I thought I better spend sometime with my bloggy!! Not a bad idea huh?
My week was better than previous one! I had gone to airport to receive my wuld-be bhabhi. I would be going to Pune next weekend to meet her. Interactions with my best buddy are getting better. But, I guess I am still disturbed about quite a few things and I can feel that.
I dream a lot these days, most of them being nightmares... I guess that proves that too much of 'thinking' is happening for me.. I had weirdest of dreams, some funny, some scary!!!! Once I even dreamt of Mr R, that was a nightmare, not because Mr R was in it, but because it has something to do with some murder.. ha ha..
Now that I am writing about my dreams, lemme quote couple of my weirdest dreams..
During childhood, I used to dream this many times.. Huge, gaint playing cards chasing me and I running to save my life.... ha ha. I dunno what it signified... maybe I played lotta cards those days.....
One of the funniest dreams was when I dreamt that Indian cricket team visited my Junior College. They were going thru a bad phase then (which is not very rare for our Indian cricket team *sigh*), Azhar was our captain and he was my favourite player those days. To express anger over team's performance, some students covered his head with a bucket. I was shocked and ran towards Azhar, asking people not to insult him in such manner. People in anger, took the bucket off Azhar's head n put it on my head... he he. Yea, I know its a very stupid dream, but then dreams don’t have any logic, do they?
Another one was when Salman Khan n Aamir visited me. And due to some reasons they had to stay at my place overnite. And they were continuously arguing about who gets the best seat on dinning table, who would sleep on which side of bed and so on.... ha ha ha..
But, now-a-days, I mostly have scary dreams, dreams that make me wake up in middle of night, dreams that make me cry...
I guess, this name 'Phoenix' is a huge responsibility and I am still not the 'real' phoenix... but I am trying....
Wishing everyone a wonderfool week.. :-)
I will go out for a stroll now….
Listening to song : Bheege Hont from the movie Murder.