Dreams

Two weeks back, in a Los Angeles hotel, I woke up with a heart burdened with guilty feeling. It was because, in my dream, I had beaten up my younger sister. It took a while to get rid of my remorse, reminding myself that it is just a dream. It took a little longer, to realise that I don't really have a sister. I'm trying hard to remember what she looked like!

Early morning today, I had another one.
I wake up (in my dream), to realise that I had been sleeping for 6 months. (But, with a beard much shorter for six months). One of my friends tells that once in between he helped me shave and eat some food even as i was sleeping. I was trying to get out of the house to find out if it was true or a prank....
But, I woke up (to today).