Dreamaarya

I guess a day at the cinemas without certain people being there does this to you. And more so if it's Tim Burton's macabre, horrifyingly putridly gorgeous Wonderland; or Underland as he calls it. (I could digress into why Underland sounds so wrong and harp on for about a 1000 pages with a lot of Lacan thrown in for BAD measure, so I'm going to put a sock in that piehole for this trip).

The Madhatter had his party, I had a party in my mind about the coolness of Jabberwocky in the middle of Wonderland; and the mention of Charles Kingsley within a Carroll storyline which drove me into a frenzy. Of course, Droa was forced to listen to my rant about how super awesome that was, like the rest of you here tonight. Ok, I'm rambling on, I'll get to the point.

So, anyhoo, I need to blog today so that I don't forget the coolest dream that I have ever had. I mean, serious-son-ly, the coolest, dopest, swizzest shit on this side of the equator came to me in the form of a dream. The BFG's visit was worth all the walking this time.

I come home and fall asleep to dream of this:

I was in a world in the future; With palpable air which still felt clean, voices murmuring all around, and an air of serenity despite all the noise in the air. It felt like some sort of Shangri-La of the future. My home in this land was a mattress on top of the roof of a purple high-rise in the middle of a city which to my view looked something like the bastard child of Manhattan, Kuala Lumpur and Mumbai. I slept on a mattress on the roof, which by itself looked like a flat white shade structure which jutted out on the top of the building.

What stands out for me on this alternate globe was the lifestyle I lead. From what it appeared, I would smoke some herb, write, and eat KFC all day long ( don't ask where the chicken came from, it was just always there), humour me. My entertainment was the city which had a constantly temperate temperature, and my friends would come visit me all the time. WHAT A FUCKING PERFECT LIFE!

And suddenly the time-gong goes off. Something's gone wrong in my Shangri-la and I must be the one to resolve this debacle. This starts the journey of walking through mazes (The Crystal Maze!!!!), through the annals of pyramids, meeting princes (who strangely reminded Dreamaarya of some people she knows already), and some best friends in pink tutus and hauling bags of loot. I wish this could've just gone on forever. Not to mention, Dreamaarya somehow knew how much Realaarya hates Math, and the whole mathematical angle of Carroll's Wonderland was very very conveniently forgotten about. Poifection, I say! Off with their heads!

But what stands out the most for me out of this whole dream was the end. I came back from all the gore and fabulosity to simply float off into the ether and become a star. This is the stuff MY legends are made of, and if I could just be a star even in ONLY a dream, I now know I will die happy.

Dream Perfection, Achieved.