This one is relatively new.
I was down with flu and I had hundreds of dreams but unfortunately this is one of the few I can remember.
The fever was mild but the relative humidity (my hydrometer reading over 80% – without rain) was very high to drive me mad with discomfort.
When the relative humidity is high one does not perspire as much as when it is low and if one has fever on top of it, the discomfort is magnified many a times.
I am not saying it is good for dreaming.
Quite the opposite.
One gets up every few minutes, even before the full dream is over and one remembers bits and pieces of jumbled dreams.
That make me remember them since getting back to sleep again is an ordeal due to the discomfort that the warm ambiance causes.
I am one who loves warm atmosphere but not with very high humidity.
I cannot believe how the cricketers in the Asian subcontinent cope with this humidity, leave alone Europeans.
It is strange some part of New Zealand known for heavy rain is having droughts.
I believe the global warming is taking it shape whether we like it or not.
Sorry for the preamble.
I was on my way to a village in a very remote place.
I came across a steep hill on the other side which appeared to be a cliff.
The foot path up was on rock which appeared slippery due to rain water dripping down.
On the bottom of the hill there were few onlookers looking up in amazement to see a young mother climbing the cliff with two children one in her hand.
In a glace without any hesitation (dressed in footwear not suitable for slippery rock and a heavy James Bond case in hand) I moved up in case, if the mother needed help, that I could volunteer.
I suppose I wanted play James Bond in this remote village.
Very ambitious intent.
In couple of fast steps I reached up to where the woman has just got the older child barely off the difficult part the hill and was about to push herself up balancing her child in her hand.
I asked her whether I could help her.
But annoyed, in a loud voice she said NO.
By this time I was balancing on one foot not able to go forward or stop myself slipping down.
I had only one option slip down ungracefully to the loud laughter of the onlookers.
I may have dropped my suitcase too but woke up with shame.
I was very happy it was a dream.
I immediately sat in front of my computer and emailed it to Maha, the Greatest of all Gods.
He replied in kind with his new global, no battery Tablet, which is supposed to be bigger than the New Airport in Sri-Lanka.
I thanked him profusely for his support that the inauguration went on smoothly with his divine help.
He said he loves anything airborne, even a weather balloon and Airbus was his high priority for Sri-Lanka.
He also said he would standby with all his might for a few more.
Then I asked him what about the carbon footprint.
Don’t be ridiculous how can a few airbuses will change the world?
That was unexpected not knowing what to say, I retorted, what about the collapse of our economy and debt crisis.
I thought they were play tools like in heaven and did not cost like a Heavenly Jelly Bean.
It is quite the contrary Sir.
I am sorry
I did not know that.
I did not know that.
I am not an economist and we do not have a treasury or finance minister in heaven, he said.
What about the cash in heaven.
There is no cash here but eternal goodwill.
Is that so?
So rich people will have no chance of buying a ticket to heaven.
NOWAY as long as I am the BOSS.
Did you really dream it?
You were very stupid know.
I was incapacitated Sir.
I came down to my bottom dollar of EGO and down to earth instantaneously, Sir.
Well good then.
This interpretation is in three parts.
Will you wait for a while.
You did not know that woman was devil.
Wanamohinie has only one child, I am told.
She is worse.
She will destroy your image first.
Then she will destroy your stature.
Thirdly she will eat you up live.
That is why you terminated the dream.
Any sensible person in this world should not volunteer any help in Sri-Lanka even in a village, and UNOs not excluded.
If you tried to do that she would drop the child in her hand.
The onlookers will kill you and this devil woman would not sweat a bit for her catch.
But this is a Buddhist country know?
How can that happen?
Don’t you know some of the guys supporting Bodu Balawageya are devil’s incarnations?
Those fellows will even represent as lawyers for the devil in defense of their case.
I was dumbfounded.
The wise decision would have been for you to wait at the bottom till this woman safely crossed over to the other side.
But she would not cross but would linger and the onlookers will choose you to help her.
But none of this happened and she did crossed to the other side, know.
That is because while you slipped down you dropped the bag with dollars.
The onlookers killed each other for the few dollars.
She went to call the other guys / girls for the feast.
Maha disappeared quickly saying ”Devils always win on earth specially in Sri-Lanka”