tuesday's dream

The atmosphere was blue. Everything felt blue. I could see the sun as a wavering light streaming down the surface of the ocean. It didn't feel strange to walk underneath water. I was walking on the seabed, with my friend. I didn't know who he was.

I saw a foreigner walking near the shore. He appeared to be a Caucasian. His red shirt was standing out in the all consuming blue-ness.

The seabed rose up and merged with the shore. I realized that I was walking with KD, my old room mate. The sea shore was familiar. I easily recognized the open sewers draining into the sea. This was Kovalam.

He pointed towards the land and we went in that direction. Not surprisingly, our clothes were dry and clean, in spite of our underwater sojourn. We soon reached a school. At least I felt that it was a school.

There were many class rooms there. One student had committed something bad and there came this grave priest dressed in a grey tunic with a phantom-like visage pasted above his neck. Without uttering a word, he punished the errant seeker of knowledge. What his sin was, I will never come to know.