on dreams

i don't know how it happens or why but for some strange reason what i dream comes true - but only if i don't reveal my dream to another person. it has been so since my schooldays or rather when i started realising this unique characteristic. while in school i dreamt that one day my classmate smeared tamarind paste on our classteacher's chair and got a sound spanking for it. Three days later...it happened exactly as i had dreamt. Till this day I don't know how.
There are umpteen such examples. In 1995, I dreamt I was coming home on a scooter after my night duty in office. I could feel the chill wind brushing against my face and a small voice urging me to slow down. It was a dream I could not digest. For, never have I rode a scooter. The only vehicle i owned was a cycle. I detested motor vehicles. I never told anyone of my dream. A month later I bought a Kinetic Honda scooter!
Two months back I dreamt i was driving my car to office. That was a far-fetched dream. I've always loved riding in cars not driving them. Driving cars was a nightmare, especially in bumper-to-bumper traffic. Moreover, tho i had a licence, I had forgotten all about driving as it was taken around 13 years back. A month back, an uncle gave me a present: A car. Now I drive my Maruti WagonR to work!

I shall wind up with one more event. I was chatting with a friend in my hometown when we touched upon lost friends. I told my friend the last i heard from vivek was in 1985. That evening i got a call on my cellphone from Vivek who was in Germany!!!!!!!!!!

on waking up

i had a bad dream yesterday. I dreamt my friend in the city had packed off to a distant place. And i cried. You can't believe i cried. tell me ....why can't a man cry? Is it taboo? is it becoz a man is supposed to be tough as steel? I feel if u feel like crying u should. Why hold back tears?