What is the most craziest dream you ever had?
Last Updated: 16.06.2025 23:53
Ok, let me come back to the dream.
My mom sprinkled some water on my face. I got up with a big shock.
In College also I have just classmates not that close friends.
Some stone I hit. Fell down. Fainted. A Doctor is called. He held my left hand and declared this girl is going to be a mom!! She is pregnant!!
The village doctor comes, declares the unwed heroine pregnant. Later usual masala.. Rona dhona..
I was wondering how a baby entered my stomach without my knowledge!! Clueless, faceless, brainless. Lied on bed staring at ceiling fan!! No. I didn't have any plan to “”chunni fanaaya vidmahe” thoughts. Those days are of enduring karma days. Personified tolerance and patience.
Why are white women so overly emotional?
I was friends with only “yerra ( red) sahityam”. (Communism). No night outs or parties. Even no day outs.
He fell down!!
I asked her. Amma?do we have any family doctor?
Why am I not attracted to masculine men? Why do I like more feminine attributes on a man?
This is the craziest dream I had. Later when I told this to my best cousin, she laughed for years together.
Scene change.
Later self banned from going to that kind of movies forever.
Few minutes “round round circles”🌀🌀🌀 In front of my eyes but no clues!! Try to see black and white movies. You will know what it is. For flash back they use these circles.
Just fainted, entire town was around!! Why these local BBC women gathered? Have no other job? Is it a national news?? But, no one turned up when my aunt got a fracture and needed help!!
But, no one is looking at me, all sat like actor ‘Manoj Kumar ‘ head down covered with palms.
How does growing up in chaos affect a child as they become an adult?
After few minutes came out. Said, “very complicated situation..only we can save either mother or baby. We have to do emergency operation!!””
My mom scolded me. “Why you are screaming in your sleep? Why you kicked the water jug on the side table ?
Strongest dialogues of those times writers.
Why is Russia always right? All eyes toward Russian glory!
After sometime, somehow family shifted me to Ooty hospital secretly.
Suddenly the heroine faints.
I knew only about comrades secretly. Red paint to write on walls at midnight , red flags, wall posters, guns, attacks, arrests, hideouts, these were the main topics.
Me directly pregnant!!!??? I was such a naive at that time don't even know that females need males to get pregnant!!
Lol!! I was in my plus one at that time. Not only boyfriend I don't even have any girl friend either. A new place. Recently my dad got transferred there. Except that neighbour girl I don't know anyone there.
Still trying , “save me first idiots!! Who cares about that unborn baby!! I am alive with 43 kilos weight. Why you are sacrificing me like a lamb??
How did Madri, mother of Nakula and Sahadeva die?
Doctor appeared suddenly. Took me to operation theatre.
To tell, I should know naa!!🤦 I never let even a fly around me..
I was hating the baby with my all five senses.
Since we were in govt quarters and she was impressed with that girl's family, somehow she allowed.
I pulled out a gun from the inspector standing at the side door. Shot the doctor and my uncle, who certified I don't harm anyone !! (Don't ask from where the inspector came. It's my dream, anything can happen. Don't be a over smart fellow , okay aaa!!??) kicked those people who tried to hold me and ran away in to woods with that gun.
Those days, even grandmas with half dozen kids and a batalliion grandchildren don't have that much knowledge about their body when compared to present day girls. Courtesy internet. Moreover moms, grandmoms won't talk about these things to girls. I am talking about previous century.
Most cinemas were very dramatic those days, novels were larger than life, fantacy types. So,I never took them serious.
‘’Maa vamshana cheda buttavu! paruvu teesesaavu! Ilaa bathakadam kanna ye nutilono padi chavaka poyava? Puttaganey chachaavanukuney vaallam ‘’
In anger, I kicked that 50 plus aged doctor fellow with that ‘’optional choice question “ “mother or baby! We can save only one!!””
Such a small town. Only two theatres were there. Some popular ‘crying actress’ Telugu movie. I don't remember the name now.
They all asked ‘who is the father of that baby!! Tell us!!
After one day I got a dream.
I felt I heard these dialogues somewhere. This bald head doctor with green mask I saw somewhere. But, could not say for no reason!!
I shut my mouth.
(“”A bad name to our vansh, we lost face, you should have jumped in to a well than doing these kind of things, we would have thought you died in the birth itself ‘’)
I was screaming , ‘’I am not !! I don't want the baby! I don't say this! I want to live!! Save me !!!! but no words are coming out. No audio. No one can hear me. I am struggling to convey them.
My neighbour aunty ‘s daughter pulled me to a movie requesting my mom. Normally my mom won't allow us to go with anyone in a new place.
She said with so much “love” . ‘For you I am enough’. Shut up and go to sleep!! Let me sleep. I have to get up at 4.30 again.
Do you know what time it is now? Two at Midnight. I told you hundred times not to eat that spicy stuffed bitter gourd at night. As if it will vanish by tomorrow morning you finished it. Aamba pytyam!! ( I don't know it's English translation)
Doing tandav like lady veerbhadra with open hairs!! Looking like ‘Mahamkali’! Wash your face and sleep.’’
I tried to go back to sleep while recollecting any doctor with bald head, stethoscope, first aid box existing in our surroundings or at our native place.
All family members did big hungama. My mother bet me, ( generally she doesn't even yell at me unless I do very very mischievous things). Every one mouthed the popular dialogues.
She is an early bird.
A village doctor comes with a small first aid medical box, holds your left hand and declares “ you are pregnant ‘’
My uncle came forward and said. “I know her..I brought up her like my own daughter. She will happily sacrifice her life but don't accept to lose the baby. Such a sensitive loving daughter our ‘Rama talli’ is. Save the baby at any cost’’ she doesn't like to harm anyone, it's her baby. She never hurts her even in her dreams. A loving mom! If she knows she also would say the same thing!!
Very much immersed in communism fully and radicalism to some extent.
In that,