I like it when I dream weirdly. Dreams help me to reorganize myself when I usually go out of content. I love it when they are shattered. Recently I developed a habit of writing them down. To be honest, they make no sense at all. But I love them. Most of them will be personal. I would love to share them here, but considering the people involved, I would prefer not to do that very soon. 

      Dream interpretation is my favorite topic in psychology. I always wanted to know more about the repressed emotions that I had within me. Maybe I know about them already. 

Let us get back. 

    There were a hero, villain, and heroine. Music played in the background. The scenario seemed to be tragic; I don't remember well. The tides of the ocean hit the ground in sync. The villain tried to take away the heroine from her lover, the hero. 

It rained. People were watching. The hero standing on the shore sang verses that seemed to be depressing. 

He was sad

He wanted her back

but people were watching;

He decides to let her go. 

For, people were watching. 

The scene takes a sudden shift to the hospital. Interestingly, the rain was still with the hero. It rained inside, but only the hero got drenched. 

He was waiting for the love of his life. The atmosphere around was manipulating the scene. 

I was watching him. I knew he was going to lose. The villain and the hero were fighting. The heroine disappeared. 

Now it was only me, alone in the verandah filled by the crowd. 

          The wall of time stood behind me. I don't exactly remember the time. I remember getting stuck behind it forever. I felt the pain I carried, the tale of loss that I could remember. All the characters got trapped; the heroes, I mean. They try to get out. Some escape for a happy ending while the rest decides to live with what fate has reserved for them. 

(I wanted to use flowery language like how everyone else does. But I am out of words. I wish to be raw with what I write. )

The wall of time, again. 

I worked with climaxes. I felt like a messenger. 

All the heroes were desperate. 

I stood there, trying to convince. 

"You will get through this.", I repeated. The heroes were reluctant to listen. They yelled at the time that froze behind the wall. All they wanted was to return and respond to their lover's call. 

Sad, I thought. 

I met a Hollywood star then. He wore a brown hat and it seemed like he knew about this yellow, stained wall. So he ran to never get into the tragic twist that this wall brought. But he ended up being with me for a while. A good fellow he was. For the first time in ages, he was the only person who asked me how I felt. I spoke like a mature person. We shared thoughts about how dumb people were. I asked him to trust me and keep the hope to get away from the toil of time. 

He asked me when was my time to escape from this wall. I wished to answer. I wanted to let him know how scared I was. But a woman was watching me. I then realized that I never existed in the dream as it belonged to someone else from the many. I couldn't process it.

I woke up. All I remembered then was the song "chandhuthodunnoru sooryan manathu". 

Dileep was the hero. Indrajith was the villain. "Chandupott" was the movie. The Hollywood actor did not have a familiar figure. So he does not have an identity as of now. 

I went thinking about what all these meant. Finally, after destroying the anthill that blocked the view of our Christmas crib, I decided to write this down here. 

If you can interpret, then, please.