What a dream !

I am some one who doesn't dream when sleeping. I dream only when I am awake .. with eyes wide open.When I am alone. when I am bored ,when everyone around me is engrossed in something that is of no interest to me I take a flight to fantasy land... dream of beautiful places I may never visit, of homes that I have seen often in the "Inside Outside" and "Designer " magazines.I dream that I am travelling in a train that slowly rocks me to sleep as I view the passing landscape through the window.But my sleeps are often dreamless.Someone said I am fortunate to get a sound sleep. Not everyone is able to sleep so well.

Then one day I did dream in my sleep .

The previous night I had not been able to sleep at all,because there was a power failure and when the windows were opened to let some fresh air in, an army of mosquitoes entered too.The rest of the night hubby and I had taken turns in waving the newly purchased electric bat in the air .By the time the power came , our sleep time was over.So in the noon I had an early lunch and an early siesta,and that is when I dreamt.

I had only fallen asleep when a big king kong sized mosquito landed on me. It rubbed its front legs in glee as if thrilled to see it's prey and then it scooped me from the bed and took me far away , later perched me on a rock in some God forasaken place . It bent low as if to kiss and I wished like the ugly toad in the fable ,this one would turn to some charming prince.But the wicked vampire instead pricked me with its proboscis on my neck below my left ear and happily sipped every drop of blood. I lay there helplessly.As the mosquito made the slurping sound I knew it was done ! It now hopped away. too heavy to fly after having consumed the gallons of blood . My body lay deflated on the rocks and looked like the pink panther , paper like . My favourite yellow saree was still draped round me . A camera came from nowhere to get a close up of me .Behind the camera I saw a familiar face .It was Steve irwin ,the adventurous fellow from 'Animal Planet'(Was he still alive ?) He seemed to have shifted his interest from crocodiles to fellow humans. I tried to smile. He said he was Stephen Spielberg . (Oh ! Why did he change his name ?)So it was not me but the giant mosquito he was intersted in. Shooting for his nth Jurasssic Park ,I thought,without the dinosaurs .He gave some commentary looking at the camera and then picked my skin ( where had the flesh and bones gone ?) folded it and placed it carefully in a bag ,bid bye to his camera and walked away .
I had woken up with a leap . I could hear the TV in the next room . My little son had the volume level high and as I went near the TV I saw that he had been watching on 'Animal Planet ' an episode with Steve Irwin and his crocs !!!!!!!