Memories n Dreams..

Memories are a strange species.
Its almost like they have their own life. They have their own sense of touch, smell, vision and energy. They seem to attack you when you are the most unguarded. It could be a person, a time, a relationship or even a song or a movie scene. But each comes with its own signature.
This quote by Edward de Bono sums it all: "A memory is what is left when something happens and does not completely unhappen." Well said. :)
Dreams are another manifestation of memories. They are "spiced up" memories. Coherent and more often incoherent memories that are interwoven with the fabric of imagination. Try penning down a dream as soon as you wake up with one, the next time around. More often than not you would find that the settings and atmosphere or even the basic premise of the "story" remains the same. It is just the characters and the emotions attached with them that keep changing. I woke up with the same dream this morning. Back to the long corridor of my school. I am sitting on a bench by the side of the corridor and just watching people pass by. Its a crowd. Acquaintances, friends, relatives.. Old, young, schoolmates, college buddies, colleagues at work.. Its a melting pot of faces..And then somebody shouts at me from the crowd. This morning it was a good friend whom I have known through my childhood years. There is no rhyme or reason to who shouts at me but somebody always does and they come sit besides me on the bench and talk.. Yeah.. Just talk..And then the talk leads to a set of events which then forms the crux of the dream. But the strange fact that I have noticed is that the emotions that they invoke in you as they walk towards the bench in my virtual world is the same if they were to meet me in the real world.
I had this recurring dream during my childhood where I would be performing on stage and there would be a bunch of people all seated in the huge semi-circular arena around the stage watching my act. Parents, friends, well-wishers and critics. Certain acts involved other characters. I also remember trying to put myself to sleep by pushing away all the characters (animals, people, cartoons and such) who would constantly peep in through the stage curtain trying to come in for the next act. Now you may wonder, this sounds uncannily familiar to the "Main Aisa Kyon Hoon" song from Lakshya. I swear I was completely startled when I first saw its rushes on televison. I could have almost sued Farhan Akhtar for copyright. Even the stage, curtains, the seats and the lighting looked eerily same. Hajaar bet, it is inspired from his dreams.