Dreams that fell short of actuality but then

Conservative and Contraband- Opium is the religion of masses? 

Intolerable and Incoherent- Why do you wear your jeans inside out? 

Eclectic and Euphoric- Why do you get nervous so often?  

It all started with a twitching vein that pulsated perpetually for a week without a pause, it hurts when I try to think about it and even more when I don't. I take a sip of the hot beverage (black coffee) in front of me unfortunately or maybe it's fortune disguised as something forlorn, I burn my tongue like always and forever, It is not a good day to begin with. The disjunction of what reality feels like and  really is (ontologically at-least) feels very alienated almost like eating raw meat with ketchup which is pretty repugnant, afterwards I took a long nap and then it all began, a myriad of absurd yet consistent plots of several images and funny creatures that were pressing in a soft fashion like a pillow that is just perfect, at least it seems to be and so the narrative dreams emerged one after the other like a locomotive with 8 (eight) coach boxes.

a) On a fine rainy day, there was a frog with three legs that was quite flexible in contrast with other fellow frogs. He had a blue spot on his forehead and that forehead shined when he was anxious which was quite often to be honest though he managed to cover this spot with a cap that was also a bit blue in colour but not shiny. Surprisingly his favourite colour was blue but not to his surprise obviously because he knew it was blue but the shining blue was too much perhaps a significant symbol of his luck or something else. Anyways, it was a frog with three legs and shiny blue forehead which made him stand out but also an outcast, you know I think it seems that he was too cool for his species...

b) On a fine humid day, there was a fine looking mushroom growing on a hill, now it's species or these kind of mushrooms were known for their potent magical properties that did some incredible stuff like pop popcorns out from the sky stuff though to his luck or the opposite there was no magic to be found in this particular specimen of his and that surely made him despondent, rightly so. He was cool but not unlike his peers who were able to accentuate some fine magic that could literally blow one's mind off. Once he was walking past a street, there he met his childhood buddy who wanted to show him some magic with flashy incantation. He was told to hold an orange carrot on his left hand and hold still, he did so and there it was, damn he nearly cried when he saw this happen, the carrot turned white and shifted from his left hand to the right one.

c) On a fine sunny day, there was a grey cat with no whiskers and paws that looked like a duck's foot almost like a palmate leaf. It is trifling to see the cat not concerned but surely it was feeling nostalgic when it looked at its fellow mates while they were stretching in front of him. The day seemed fine but then it took an awkward- lenient flexible turn/affair in relevancy to, when compared to other cats who were consumed in gaiety when they saw the cat's funny paws and no whiskers. The cat felt awkward but he knew that he was not special and being yourself is nothing but market tactics to procure profits and so he told himself that he is not cool in presence of other beans/beings but when he was by himself he was the coolest undoubtedly.

Kaze/Gee/Gaurav Shrestha on 21st November 2018, Wednesday