Warning: The following dream may contain FALTU language.
In my dreams, I always end up being in Bangladesh. I am always in some chipa goli like shakhari bazar and it smells vegetable shit!!! So I was returning home to Tokyo from my office in Dhaka by Rickshaw.
When the rickshawala was in some chou rastar mour and skidding like a F1 car to turn left, I realised I left my jacket, pen and piece of bread in the school lockers, even though I was coming from fucking Office. Anyway I asked rickshawala to go back where we came from. As I arrived at the gate of my school which was very narrow(btw the rickshawala knew he had to get back to my school not my office), I found my items piled in a dry drain(nordoma) and kids were laughing. But the rickshawala came to help me and I gave him the piece of bread. That poor bitch refused to accept my bread. He told me that the date has expired. "I do not eat any bread which is one day old. I only eat fresh". You can imagine how fucking surprised I was at that time. Mamma MIA!!!
Anyway, as we were getting back to tokyo from Shutrapur, I started to day dream. And when I got a phone call in real life(I mean few minutes ago in tokyo in real life), I stopped day dreaming and found my self on a Ferry !!! The sea water was blue and with WTF look, I asked ricksawala:" What is this place? Where are we going?Yea I asked him in English.!!!"
HE SAYS, "We are going to brazil!!!"
TO BE CONTINUED
part 2 after eating breakfast.
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