THESE AWFUL DREAMS

THESE AWFUL DREAMS

This one wasn't so awful
Actually it wasn't awful at all
What happened?
Am I healed?

This was a bit un-usual
There was a nice big clean corridor
Next to the corridor was a room without doors
The space was pretty big, open and clean
In the long corridor was a bed
Not a huge bed but a normal size bed
And there was a man lying down
Covered in a white sheet
But his face was not covered
He seemed really feverish
Lots of restlessness and agony surrounded him
I knew in my dream that this person had high fever

He was moaning and groaning
Asking for some thing
I saw his face
He was Obama
Yes, Obama sick with fever
All alone by himself in the middle of a corridor asking for something

I came running to him from the room
I was bare foot and nervous
Extremely nervous
I stood near the bed with my hands totally shaking
Shaking so much that I had to rest them  on the bed....
'Yes, Mr President, Yes, Mr President, what would you like?"
I ASKED SHIVERING TO MY BONE.....

He mumbled
He asked for two things
The first one I didn't understand
I was too afraid to ask him, 'What did you say?"
After-all I knew I was dealing wit the president of United States
Can you imagine......
So I dare not asked about the very first thing he wanted
But I understood the second part of his request
He wanted tea......

'With milk? Mr President"
"No, black."  he said
'Yes, Mr President, yes and yes again....

Now I was looking for some one to make him tea
I am sure some one from his security have to be around
But there was not a soul in sight
Not his wife
Not his daughters
No guard
No security

I knew I had to make tea for him
I didn't mind
Actually it was a pleasure to make tea for him
But I was throughly afraid...

'Am I allowed to make tea for Obama, the president?"
I was asking myself a million time
But there was no one around
And he was feverish
So sick
I know when some one has high fever
Their skin color changes
He had fever
He was dehydrated

I made a big mug of black tea and brought it to him
"Here Mr President, here is your tea."
He took it
I was still trembling like a tiny tree branch in a dangerous storm

I kept asking myself what else did he want?
What was the first thing he wanted before he mentioned tea?
Did he want water?
Should I bring him water?
Should I dare ask him again what else did he want?
Do I dare say to him, "Mr President I didn't understand the first time you spoke.

I didn't understand your first request. Please let me know, "what else did you want?"
But I couldn't
I couldn't.....
I wanted to but I didn't have the guts to question him....
I remember this dream so clearly, as if it wasn't a dream at all
Everything was crystal clear except the first part of his want....

'What else did he want?"
'What else did he want?"
I wish I heard him clearly

Then after I gave him tea and stood there for a while gathering my courage to ask him what else did he want?

I suddenly woke up................

This was day before yesterday...............
And I am still wondering what else did he want?
Did he ask for water?
And I didn't give it to him because I didn't hear him properly
Or if not water what else did he need?
I wish I knew
Then I would have served him whatever he needed...............
I wondered what else did he need when he was so feverish, so sick and so alone by himself....................

THESE AWFUL DREAMS

THESE AWFUL DREAMS

I was reading a book or watching a program about some one, a scholar or some big shot
and it was very late at night, I think it was a huge book and the character kind of jumped out of the page, which I didn't realize and went out in the dark looking for him and then that very character was coming out of a tv studio as if in my dream I was reading about some one who also was on tv at the same time....

Does it make any sense?
If it doesn't its a dream anyway
Dreams don't make sense and sometimes they signals about your emotional disturbances
which surface late at night most of the time....

Now I am outside in the street and standing in-front of the TV STUDIO AND THIS GUY WHO WAS ALSO A CHARACTER IN THE BOOK i WAS READING COMING OUT AND i OPEN THE DOOR FOR HIM...............

Thinking at the same time, "Why am I opening the door for him?  I am not a door man
Why am I putting myself in an inferior position, not that door man is somehow in an inferior place but still why must I open the door for this man even if was admiring him earlier but somehow I do, I open the door and he gives me a strange look because its so late at night and there is no one in the street...............What is a dark woman doing in the dark street in the dark of the night?
He seemed puzzled ....
And I praise him profusely like I usually do.......
There is an other man behind him
Seems like a chumcha
Thats a foreign word meaning, "Ass-kisser"
He, the chamcha also gives me non-complimentary looks
And then they leave and all of a sudden I get this urge to pee
And I see the lights on in the next corner
A resturant or something
So I rushed towards the place and I realize that I am bare foot

'Oh!gee what am I doing running bare foot?"
I realize that my foot has been hurting and now I am bare foot in the filthy street with dog shit and broken glass
But I have to pee..............

By the time I get to the corner cafe or whatever it was the lights get turned down and I can't enter the place.....

Now if I was sensible or my dream was I would have gone back to my home which
was on the other corner of the street and gone to my own bathroom to pee....
But hell no...
Its a non-sensical dream and I keep looking for places to pee now getting further away from my home....

AND GUESS WHAT?
NOW i AM IN A TRAIN.....GOING TO ANOTHER TOWN TO PEE..............
AND I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT HAPPENED NEXT................
I BET YOU I PEED IN THE TRAIN AND THEY ARRESTED ME...........
BUT THANK GOD I WOKE UP BEFORE THAT......................