DREAMS: The Four Dimensional View!

How many of you have heard this before; ‘LIFE IS NOT A BED OF ROSES’, and how many of you have really felt this?

We keep on bugging ourselves with the same repetitive thoughts of this world being overly competitive and the need to struggle to get ahead in this life; which my friends, was never a bed of roses.

But due to our continuous perseverance to achieve the so called moving forward in life or should I say the bureaucratic success, we lost the real meaning of success itself.

When you were born, there was nothing that you achieved, and when you went to school and moved to college to get a degree; you just did what others wished you to do and I know this is right in most of the cases. We keep on following, rather, copying the trends of society. What about the things that you wanted to do? What about the dreams that you had? What about becoming a super hero, a good non corrupt politician or a painter or even a musician?

Did we ever give a thought about this? No, never, we just lose them. In the process of making some extra money to buy the materialistic beauties that surround us, we forget the real beauties which were our DREAMS.

We keep on making our lives a bed of roses and forget that it isn’t made so. It has to be thorny for us to bleed and burn before we can really have that peaceful sleep.

I have tried to talk and write about dreams and how to stick to them before, but, now I feel I should write about how our view perverts the existence of our dreams.

THE ONE DIMENSIONAL DREAM: LINE

I call them ‘THE TRUE DREAMS’ because they are born with our capability to recognize shapes, colors and people.

This is when we are child and cartoons are our best friends. We love to see cats and dogs playing with their mirror images and the books are nothing but a representation of what we can make out of them. Whether we want to tear them apart of try to recognize the things on them with a vivid comparison to the small group of things we are acquainted of.

The time when we want to become the Jerry of the TOM AND JERRY show or one of the cats from THE SWAT CATS; and Of Course! We love to sing and dance with our own sways without any relevance with that of Michael Jackson or Britney Speers.

We are allowed to dream and do whatever we like.

I remember one of my one dimensional dreams. It was that of protecting my house by surrounding it with webs as Spiderman does. I along with some of my friends circumvented the all around the garden with woolen balls to make my dream a success. It was beautiful and I was more than happy doing it which according to me now was foolish.

I hope you are getting the point; THE ONE DIMENSIONAL VIEW IS DOING WHATEVER YOU FEEL MAKES YOU HAPPY. And when we are young we dream in this way.

Remember what made you sleep, or what still makes you sleep; is it thinking about a big house or a fast car or is it still the same, thinking something not so rational.

These, my friends are the one dimensional dreams where you are the hero and the chosen one, where you have a one lined thought of doing whatever makes you happy.

TWO DIMENSIONAL DREAMS: SQUARE

As we grow up, something else too grows up with us, which is the logic of life that is never self-developed but occupied from the world around you.

You wake up, brush your teeth, have a bath and get ready to go to school, to gain some of these educations, not only to make you think more reasonably but also to have a broader vision of whatever you thought before.

The period, I l would like to call as the two dimensional view developers.

Now, you start searching for the reasons and authentications. Tom and Jerry are no more your best buddies whom you dreamt of meeting sometime, they become just some goofy cartoons which made you feel happy.

Superman and Spiderman are not actually as great as they do not exist apart from the comic books you love to read. Now you know the writer and occasionally applaud them for the superb imagination that they carry.

This is the first time when you question GOD.

Before this he gave you this life, but now the school education has clarified that he had no hands or even his pinky in your birth.

In the one dimensional view you ignored the widths of your dreams and thoughts. The two dimensional perspective has the width along with length.

The width forces you to think logically and teaches that the world is not a fairytale.

This is the first time when you hear, ‘There is a big competitive world outside and life is not a bed of roses. If you have to win, you have to strive.’

You pick up one of the two dimensional dreams that someone suggested or probably you made yourself believe as your own, to become your goal.

And there lies the foundation of an engineer, a doctor, a banker or any of the professionals.

Your dreams get a shape now, something like a square.

THE THREE DIMENSIONAL VIEW: CUBE

You might become very successful in the endeavor of giving your life a shape but as you grow one more thing becomes vital; the vitality of responsibility.

Life has taught you one big lesson that as you proceed further in it, you have to become more responsible towards everyone who has been with you to travel so far and even make some new relations to take care of.

This adds one more dimension to your dreams, the dimension of depth/height.

Now, you are no longer alone and your dreams are no longer only yours, although I agree, that they were never yours before too till you were a child.

Suddenly the fight for individual recognition steps off. It takes the shape of the recognition of your family.

‘I’ loses its meaning as ‘We’ takes its place.

This is the three dimensional view of your dreams where you do not dream for yourself but for everyone around you.

The sight which wandered through one surface, has many to wander now as now what you are seeing is no longer a square, it is a cube.

THE FOUR DIMENSIONAL VIEW: TESSERACT

All tasks accomplished. You made yourself a success by acquiring everything that the world around had to provide, may be more than that, but still something remains.

That something which even you do not know, adds a fourth dimension to your view.

You start searching for the unknown, most of the times it is peace and even GOD in some cases.

You start focusing upon the bigger picture of everything that is happening around and are no longer concerned about the materialistic amenities that world has provided you with.

As a tesseract is still only a theoretical concept, your dream too becomes theoretical and hypothetical, without any proper goal in it.

The fourth dimensional view represents your decline, decline from everything that you have or wanted to have.

THE QUESTION IS

My question to all of you, who have gone through this transition or are going through it now, is:

WHAT DID YOU, OR WILL YOU GAIN AT LAST?

Wasn’t it just because you wanted to make your life more comfortable that you murdered the dreams that you originally had?

If Life is not supposed to be a bed of roses, why to give it a try at all, why not to struggle till the end to become something you wished for?

Even if you wanted to become a super hero, why not give it a try?

Why to make it so complicated at last that you are left with nothing practical, not even the word practical which made you struggle for something or the other throughout your life?

TRY TO ANSWER THE ONE DIMENSIONAL QUESTIONS.

HOT TUB TIME MACHINE  REVIEW

A hot tub causes the time travel of four friends from 2010 to 80’s, but why?

There was absolutely no endeavor made throughout the movie to explain as to what happened and what was the real secret behind the sudden transformation of the ‘hot tub’ into a time

machine except a few conversational blah-blahs that the characters made amongst themselves.

Lots of loopholes and no tie ups in the plots was how the script resembled.

Suddenly a farting old man entered the screens proclaiming himself to be the repair man of the hot tub and also the ‘chosen’ one having the knowledge of the outrageous time travel. He kept on appearing-disappearing and reappearing illogically, throughout the movie and was the most irritating of all the characters.

If it was for fun that Steve Pink made a movie like this, that would have been fine but he tried to introduce some sentiments and preaching too which did not suit the mood.

Enjoying the overflow intensity of vulgar remarks and suddenly uttering some ‘my best friend’ lecture was how all the players in the movie fastened.

John Cusack needs to be selective now. 2012 did not work and neither this 2010à1986 works. He is a good actor but somehow isn’t made for comic roles. Dramas and thrillers are the genres which go hand in hand with his appearance and acting.

Clark and Craig are good but Clark was much better in Sex Drive.

Rob Corddry steals the show all round because his role was one which was as cynical as the plot of the movie. He was too good with all the one liners and insults. I enjoyed his act throughout the movie.

Coming back to the plot; what were they actually trying to show?

1. You cannot change things in the past even though you want to; as represented in the scene where John gets stabbed by his 80s girlfriend although he tries hard to change the situation.

2. Or was it; you can change you future by going back into the past? As happened in the last, everyone’s life becomes a sudden celebration due to a guy staying back in the past with full knowledge of future.

HOT TUB TIME MACHINE does not bore you but is unable to create any impression too. It is just see and forget types. You can have some laughs because of the dialogues; otherwise everything else is worth nothing.

I will rate this movie as: 2/5

WHAT IF?--> 1: Al Pacino plays Alan in Jumanji

This will be the start and I hope to continue posting the “What ifs” regularly.

A movie buff as I am and many others whom I encounter on regular basis have these vivid and wild imaginations

about substituting the characters in a movie

by other league of actors. So, carrying on the same “What if he/she played this role?” here in the post and so

me more to come by.

ROBIN WILLIAMS replaced by AL PACINO in JUMANJI

Provided the story remained the same, the dialogue writer and the screenplay writer would have needed to do some high class extra work.

EXAMPLE (changes in a few dialogues and situations of Alan Parrish, who was originally played by Robin Williams)

Original: You think that mosquitoes, monkeys, and lions are bad? That is just the beginning. I've seen things you've only seen in your nightmares. Things you can't even imagine. Things you haven't even see.

Revised (for Al): You think that mosquitoes, monkeys and lions are bad? Fuck, no! That is just the fucking beginning. I have seen things you have only seen in your fucking nightmare. Things you can’t even imagine and things you can’t even see, you motherfuckers… dickheads….

Of! Course Al will be as pissed off as he was in Glengarry Glen Ross, Scarface or even in And Justice for All. There would have been no mercy shown on the kids.

Original: Beware of the ground you stand, the floor is quicker than the sand. (Reading one of the game’s dogmas)

Revised: Beware of the ground you stand, the floor is quicker than the sand. The game is fucking with my brain. Game, don’t fuck with my brain. I don’t like people fucking with my brain. You are disemboweling me psychologically. Don’t fuck with my brain.

Alan (Al) shouts at the game (like how Al shouted in Chinese Coffee) while his feet start to sink in the mystic sand. He keeps on shouting at it rather than figuring out what to do next. The next moves are devised by other characters.

Original: When, Sarah Whittle says: I knew this was going to be a bad day.

Alan replies: Hey, come on, you'll be fine. We just have to keep our heads. Roll with the punches.

Revised: Alan replies: Listen girl, there are two kinds of people, those who can stand and face the music and those who can run for cover. You are fucking not allowed for the second so, better, get fucked!

Alan supposedly in love with the girl doesn’t show any empathy because he is angry of how the world has changed in the span he was not around. Everything seems to be more than as corrupt as it was during the times of Serpico.

Hence the story would have moved with lots of anger and abuses, finally getting a ’+13’ and being the first movie made for children but not allowed for the children who could really enjoy it.

So I go by the choice of Joe Johnston, Robin was the best he could ever find!

Paranormal Nursery Rhymes

If U.F.O. sightings, alien experiences and the other paranormal events increase their frequency of occurrence, the children’s rhymes will no longer remain the same.

Twinkle Twinkle Little U.F.O.

Twinkle twinkle little U.F.O.,

Where you come from and where you go?

Up above the world so high,

Like a flying saucer in the sky,

Twinkle twinkle little U.F.O.,

Where you come from and where you go?

I see you everywhere in the news,

The days you miss the news are few,

Twinkle twinkle little U.F.O.,

Where you come from and where you go?

The scientists across world are many,

They keep on talking about you frequently,

China, America, Russia and Japan,

Seem to be your playing land,

If you do not visit any more,

About what will these people roar,

Twinkle twinkle little U.F.O.,

Where you come from and where you go?

HUMPY, THE ALIEN

Humpy, the alien came from the sky,

But Humpy, the alien did not know to fly,

All the U.S. marshals and all the U.K. men,

Couldn’t make Humpy to fly again.

BEE BEE BIGFOOT

Bee bee Bigfoot,

Can you tell me about your root?

Yes Sir, Yes Sir,

It is away in wild woods.

They say it is Canada,

And some state its U.S.A.,

I am not sure about my existence,

But go by what the rumors convey.

PAST LIFE REGRESSION: A PERSONAL TOUCH ON THE EXPERIENCE

Does it work?

Do we seriously have experienced something before this life?

Does the event in our past life affect this life?

All I can say, after experiencing the past life regression session is that it does make you feel good to be alive and leaves down a lifelong impression about what you were before.

Some episodes do seem to be connected but the life we live now and one that we had lived before appear to be moving in two parallel dimensions. You can feel the attachment but not necessarily guess your connection with it.

Due to the deep down hypnotic sleep, you tend to feel the joy, pain and remorse sometimes even physically. When you wake up from it, your limbs become heavy and if something you had seen made you cry, the tears roll down your eyes.

So what actually happens? Do we sweep down to memory lanes so much that we reach an era which we haven’t even seen in movies?

I was in 1923; people go as far as B.C.

It is not some magic or a trick that the therapist casts on you but it is the pwer of the brain which can even recapture something which you have never felt or thought in your wildest dreams. I am not saying that everything what you see resemble your past, with a rock solid surety, but one thing of which I am sure is that things are not all ‘made up’ by your brain.

Anyways, it depends on how you take everything you experience. If you believe it to be true, it is and if you don’t then it is not.

But ‘past life regression’ is undeniably worth an experience.

Do go for it if you get a chance.

INCUBUS: When the pains are many, the words appear to be so clingy!

This is really 'dark' but I tried hard to make it easy. Am still confused, why I wrote it.

There was a belief that something awkward is going to happen but no scent of it, and the intuitions which make you alert before the ‘grief filled meteors’ strikes, were helpless and unmoved.

It was scary as it was unexpected

And it made them think twice as they went to bed;

Whether they should continue the life full of miseries,

Or burn themselves and get mingled with dirt and death.

He rose up, sat down and started to talk,

In a closed room where silence camouflaged;

“Why to feel so much for someone who has lost capability to think, feel, emote and twine,

Let us cut short time spent in making the decision

And get advice from someone whose knowledge ranks higher in such sufferings and its reasons.”

His father too got up and so did his mother, who wept,

To see her daughter suffering from a mysterious disease,

That made the daughter’s behavior so uncommon and inept.

“You are right my son,

And the proffer doesn’t have any flaws,

My little daughter needs some help which we cannot endow.

My heart shatters and the body loses its life,

The pain is unbearable which despises me of my cry.

Do something to heal my daughter; of the miseries she is in,

Or burn the house with bodies four; let the family commit this final sin.”

“Oh! No father, do not worry any more,

My sister is a fighter, she is going to withhold.

Do not succumb to the wrath of fate on us;

We will fight as a family, together here after.

Our little lady will get fine;

She will live with us in our merry times.

Do not lose hope, these times are fleeting;

For as humans we should be capable of resisting.”

The conversation was snatched by a scream from the room aside,

As the little girl laughed and cried.

The mother ran to see what was causing such reaction

But she was forced to move out due to the girl’s outrageous actions.

She threw things at her, one of which was a knife,

It hit her in the hand and caused the mother’s outcry.

The father and son held the lady whose life was spent protecting her child

And now was bleeding due to the malady which equipped the girl’s mind.

The boy didn’t waste time as was decided;

A van came by with men in apron who guided;

They asked the family to step aside,

As they held the girl and forced her to subside.

The injected syringe, made a piercing effect in all of them,

As they saw their youngest member being taken.

Months passed by and so did the recovery steps,

The doctors finally gave green to the girl’s mental self.

That was a celebration in the house after a long time,

The mother cooked and decorated everything in according to her daughter’s like.

The son was happy, like no brother can be,

And the father shed some tears on his daughter’s reconciled sanity.

The charm returned and played around,

Everyone laughed as the princess again wore her crown.

That night the mother wept because of a heart full of happiness,

And the father wore the smile of ever gratefulness.

The family had fought a serious demon

And the boy as a soldier felt the blessings and honor.

The night happened early as good things stay but not for plenty.

After everyone slept, the boy woke up,

What he found was the scariest of all his nightmares.

The girl sat on a chair in front of the table,

Twisting and turning her neck in a way no human can ever.

She whispered in a low haunted voice;

“I am a maniac and no man can stand me by.”

Her face changed and the voice deepened,

She remained unaware of her brother’s presence.

Of some fear, melancholy, suffocation and grief,

The boy rose up and took hold of the girl’s cervix.

He tore her neck apart using his teeth;

The girl remained in the same miserable feat.

Finally the voice ended as the body was divided,

The monster in the boy revived as the one in his sister was wretched.

The night saw something more horning;

As the house which dreamt of happiness,

Finally subsided in the fires of mourning!