Neatly Folded

It was after much persuasion that I have been able to bring myself back to writing. For some bizarre reasons the ideas in my head tangoed about quite a bit but never directed the body to putting them in ink. That's the way it becomes, every once in a while, I suppose. This post is about how deep the impact of the surroundings become on a mind that is clogged with too many thoughts and how mental stress triggers vivid dreams making unreal elements of a real life, the dream reality. After having watched Mel Gibson's Apocalypto yet again, I rushed to hail the night cab and get back into the confines of home. I watched yet another movie ( In Good Company ) on my phone before I finally slept after daybreak. What followed was a crazy labyrinth of dreams that became impossible to follow the thread of once I woke up. The usual problem of being in a dream emerged. It was all too real and I spent quite a bit of my energy on living through it. The scene started somewhere in my old ho