My Story-Chapter 2

Chasing my death…

‘Dreams stay dreams, they can never be real,’ that is what I always thought about them. But here I’m chasing my dream following a digital machine which is a size of my mobile set by a person whom I don’t even know. ’Dreams seem interesting only when they’re dreams but they turn scary when they come real in our lives’ I thought. U might be wondering what dream this guy is talking about,, the only dream he talked bout is he running mad on a bridge and jumping off from it as if he is in Olympics. You are right but I already did mention you that my dream count is 23.

Dream no.8 and that night:

Got a harsh treatment from my boss and then from Dipps (Deepika). First one for not completing my project in time and the latter for not being in time for the dinner. It was our anniversary, year 2 after we got into a relationship. I’m like always late (fashionably late), as my bloody boss doesn’t leave me so soon. I did get used to her bragging me around for being late, but she didn’t get used to me being late. So the result she brags me even today. Our favourite dinner place is ‘Our Place’. The food, the ambience, everything is edible except for the prices, which weren’t digestible. But as we loved eating there, we had to sacrifice something and it was our salaries. Just a glimpse of her would take out all the pain in the heart ‘bout the money. She wore a blue shaded jeans starting just at the beginning of her nicely carved butt and a white tee that ends just at starting of jeans and as usual she was awesomely hot and cute at he same time and only few girls have that greatness in em. Lucky me!

We ate, went for a long drive along the city outskirts, ( I choose this part of the city at nights coz it is pretty advantageous if u wanna stop the vehicle by jus to check if u r still good enough at IT to pull ua girl’s jeans off!). Dropped her home and I dropped by Viren’s place, and all we did chat bout was my fucking boss, my strange dreams and Megan Fox’s new flick. Viren’s a big fan of her (even though he knows she’s he turned she) crazy guy huh? He didn’t give a damn to my worry bout my dreams, and I had no other go except to listen to his stupid descriptions of Megan. ‘Maar daala… allah… maar daala’ was how I was feeling. After a lotta convincing operations of mine we agreed to watch a movie, but for my bad it was again a new flick of Megan, Viren got a pirated version of it. One thing I loved him for is he always had a stock of beer. Had some of it, got home and hit my bed and the dream starts.

Dream no.8:

Its 2:00 am and I was lying on my terrace and I get a call asking me to pack my bags and move outta my flat, get in a car that is in front of my apartment building and follow the gps set in the car. I did it and in a while I was driving out in the city outskirts in a black Audi a4, pretty cool rite. The guy who called me really knows how to pull me into this. Who wouldn’t love to ride in an Audi, whateva the reason maybe. I keep driving following the gps, till I got the call again.

Same person ‘how’s the ride?’

‘Cool?’ I said though I wanted to shout ‘what the hell’s going on u asshole,’

‘Your questions will be answered soon, don’t worry……..’ he said as though he read my thoughts, ‘for now’ he continued ‘when you reach your destination, open the bag that’s in the rear seat and wait for me at ‘King’s dhaba’. You might get some company in the meantime, try using the stuff in the bag and try handling them.’ He cut the call without any more info, as he did before.

I reached my destination which is jus in front of king’s dhaba. Got down checked the bag, which had two guns, pistols to be specific as in counter strike (it’s a game for those who doesn’t know what counter strike), a laptop, a mobile and an id. I was bout to check the id, I heard gunshots, apparently one hit the car door and in a reflex I took a pistol and hid behind the opened door.

There were bout six to seven people, they looked similar to the people I saw in my first dream. I shot two of them at some part of their body, or I think I hit em. I got up to change my position, y did I think I was a part of a swat team, I tried moving like one. Then, some guy hit the spot. I was hit. I didn’t know what happened, I fell flat on the ground……………..

Startled by that I got up and couldn’t sleep after that, I went on to my terrace with a vodka bottle in my hand, sat in a bench and started glaring at the stars and the unlit buildings.

Back to the present:

That was the last day I slept…..

If my dreams are coming true, I’m gonna die today. Even after that I’m still going, don’t know y but I’m. its like I’m searching my death or chasing my own death and I’m pretty positive about it. Maybe because I’m sick of my unexciting, boring life which is daily eaten up by my boss or I’m sick of the sleepless nights and meaningless dreams.