Diffrence Between Dream and a PLOT

Ignore the Typos, this piece is in evolution and not fully edited.

 

I am running short of ideas and also dreams.

I am writing a book on "Dreams and Biorhythms".

I myself is the subject for some episodes.

This is the reason for, not having good dream plots to write.

 

I will relate a recent one, along the line that dreams do not have any significance and therefore Maha Brahma with his own wisdom should be the one to judge the merits of the dreams. 

 

The assumption is Gods never have dreams and they live in reality.

 

When I pose the dream to Maha Brahma for interpretation, he gets supper charged.

 

I wanted to Title of this piece as Donald and Robert Williams, since I believe my friend and the classmate is alive and well. 

I decided against it. 

 

To get to the PLOT (not yet finished) Part of the piece one has to read to the end. 

 

It might take a little time because it is fictional but not realistic.

 

I want to get out of the political obsession of late due to Elections in Ceylon. 

It is becoming boring already.

If my friend Donald, if you read this make a comment (Pseudo Donalds are not entertained, in the comment section) below  either from Australia of from USA.

 

 A decade ago, I went in search of YOU, randomly and failed.

The Dream

Strange!

This dream was related to only my Christian friends.

 

The location is not properly determined but I assume it is Ceylon.

 

1. It is a related to Sweets and Robert the elder brother of my friend was the chief character.

He was casually seated on a bench in front of a sweet house.

 

2. The second character was one of my  junior colleagues in the University. 

He likes to avoid me soon after, he was awarded the post of professor, in his field of expertise.

Simply, because I come out with crack from nowhere, basically satire related to Ceylonese politics. 

He is smart and not timid but has a sense of shyness that probably comes from his childhood upbringing (I may be wrong and I do not make snap opinions on any living character).

 

This guy was also going towards for his daily evening bread.

 

3. From nowhere, I come to the seen.

I have already bought something of insignificance and the Sweet vendor has given me a Big Cake as a compliment and I had handed it over to  Robert for safe keeping.

 

Having seen my University friend, I went into Free Mode (with my friends brother, I was cordial and with lot of reservation, since he was about 6 years older) or the Machan Mode.

 

Once he purchased his needs, I thought of buying something for his daughter whom I have never seen.

 

We went to the portion where sweets were dished out.

 

I bought large amount of sweets and realized that I did not have enough cash in my front pocket and in my purse had lot of cards but no money.

 

The embarrassing scene, for me to borrow money has arisen.

 

As a habit I never borrow money (not being able to pay back in my retirement was evident).

 

I woke up immediately.

Interpretation by Maha Brahma

 

Of course through, email exchange.

Maha was very happy.

For nearly two years in Australia, I haven't had a good dream to report to him.

 

He said, it is good and bad.

1. Your friend's brother has passed away.

Sorry.

 

How old was he?

80 plus.

 

That is not right he could have gone to 90.

That is how it goes and I have no control.

 

What is that big cake?

You have attended his Dhana Ceremony.

It is the Big Priest who got the Big Cake and not Robert. 

 

There was no alcohol?

No problem Church has ample supply.

 

How?

They have stockpiled alcohol, knowing very well NPP is coming to power.

 

I did not stockpiled alcohol in advance. 

I have given up drinks for good.

I know.

 

What about the  sweets I could not enjoy with my University friend.

No problem, YOU will get enough of them in Australia.

But, on my behalf, ask your friend to come to Australia. The food prices including sweets will sky rocket by April.

OK.

 

By he way, look after your blood sugar .

I will.

 

I have a one last question?

What happened to my friend Donald?

I won't tell you. 

You have to find him yourself, if YOU a true friend of him.

 

He is a Jaffna Guy and he is not in Ceylon.

I know. 

He is alive and it your job to find him before YOU kick the bucket.

He disappeared in a flash.. 

 

Lesson here is, see your friends in person.

Emails have become redundant.

 

Plot in Evolution

One has to wait for its evolution.