Today me and my dear friends were having a conversation and somehow we ended up talking about dreams. Wait a minute!! when was the last time I had one? Yesterday? or day before that? or before that? Its been quite some time. Why would that be?Is it that am too content with whatever is happening around me ? or is it that I no longer deserve to dream? Seems like am over emphasising dreams. Can't blame. I have been living by my dreams. I doubt if that is true. The touch of a cold dead body is haunting. Yes it is. An irrelevant statement isn't it? That is how I happen to be. I don't know the measure of its relevancy but all I know is that it had to be written off. So that I can let my mind surf some other channel with pleasantries. Talking about pleasantries, I remember a friend of mine, who used to tell me "I can see butterflies". I need to see some too. Its been quite some time. Just the other day this friend of mine who happened to go through my blog felt that I was getting psyched out. He believed that I have lost it and needs some serious counseling. Well, that's exactly where my unpredictability comes in. It's a task herculean. Or maybe even Zeusean. It's not depression or familiar, it's mere words. Mere vent out. ready get set release.Am relieved.