My Dreams XI-File-06-Updated

  My Dreams XI-File-06

This again a short dream.

I was in two places, as it were.

May be video conferencing but bit of bizarre nature.

Let me say there were at least two families not closely knit but coming to an adventurous stage of coexisting or cohabiting in a cafeteria of some kind.

All were getting ready for a lunch or dinner.

There were entrees and liquor and the like not in liberal quantities but somewhat on ration.

Let me say like a typical Sri-Lankan wedding with limited number of guests and tables and chairs.

But this scenario is much more on a miniature scale.

Minimum of two families but maximum of three in each.

It is like a match making party with two families with Kupuwa or the match maker in the middle.

Since this middle man or something similar hindrance was there neither party was making an advance but making some boring exchanges.

Not loggerhead but painfully boring.

I was getting uneasy not knowing to find an easy way out of this stalemate not any visible signs of checkmate in place.

We had not come to the main course, still on entrees and suddenly, there was something like gooey on the floor.

Bit like chocolate or “chock ice” cream scattered like a puppy (dog )shit.

Then suddenly a little girl in grubby attire came in with a broomstick and started removing the dirt on the floor.

Her dress was dirtier than the dirt on the floor and it looked very pathetic to say the least and revolting.

Then a middle aged women came in, probably her mother or her master to take her place.

She grinned and said this place is better.

If you go to a shanty in the seashore in Sri-Lanka, this is perfectly normal and this place is much better even without cleaning.

That was her way to dodge the issue at hand.

I was annoyed and woke up immediately.

I was relieved of the tension inside me.

I did not want to go back to sleep for a while.

But did not want to forget the dream altogether and penned it down immediately (before I forget) to be sent to Maha.

Interpretation

Maha was quick to respond.

Well, are you having lot of lunch parties or chocolates with liqueur inside as entrees.

No for the first and yes for the latter.

I skip my lunch now.

Why?

If I save my lunch I can feed my dog.

If I feed my dog, I have to starve a bit.

You mean to say dog food is cheap.

On the contrary.

Dog food especially imported is expensive but human food is like dog food anyway.

If there is anything by the name of human food whether imported or local it is expensive, now.

Fuel is expensive.

If you have two meals a day one has to live in the darkness without electricity to save on the fuel bill.

If you want to have some lights in the night one has to skip a meal.

Which is more expensive, fuel or food?

Both.

Even fodder is expensive, I mean the grass.

That is why milk food and cheese are expensive.

Besides my dog loves cheese, so I am going through a vicious cycle of satiety and starvation.

If my satiety is satisfied the dog suffers and my dog's satiety is satisfied, I am on starvation diet.

I prefer the latter and my belt does not to hold my trousers in hemline and slip down my bottoms.

Having seen this my tailor, jokingly said, you need a brace to hold it up.

I told him, it has come down by three inches.

He said two inches is enough to slip it down on anybody.

Now I am wondering whether to have a brace or more food or starve the dog.

Is that complicated Sri-Lankan life now.

Yes.

When I was there as a paraya or stray dog the life was very easy, know.

It is this Bulath (betel) regime know, Bath (rice) as a promise, there is enough Bulath but little Bath (rice) for satiety.

In any case when there is betel in the mouth, one cannot have rice as a delicacy.

I think Bulath is an antidote to Bath or satiety.

Aren't you interested in the interpretation?

Yes, my lord.

In time to come there going to be food scarcity in a global scale.

It is all due to global warming, droughts and floods.

When the temperature rices above 40 degrees, most of the varieties of grain will be fail to produce enough yield and gradually become extinct.

There is no time for the drought resistant strains to get establish in time.

There will be chaos, especially in the tropics.

Sri-Lanka will be like Dubai.

The regime will have to pay the debts before the grain stock.

There will be political upheavals of unprecedented scale.

Parties are for only for two families and that is also when wedding are being held in secret location, never in hotels.

People who are hungry will get the smell of any party and they invariably gate crash as cleaners.

Then the mayhem follows.

That is why I stop the dream in mid stream.

Then he vanished without a trace.