Jaki and I were friends in a casual way till after the Mumbai riots and we were not as confident about travelling late. Of course at home, we got our first kid and Jaki was getting married. So, years later we met after a brief visit to Jehangir Art Gallery and muttering about how we could paint better any day than the exhibited artists, the only hitch being we were poor sales women and had no knowledge of how to sell a painting.
We were having coffee and something, and I cannot remember why we talked about Dream Analysis, Freud all that – but around this time, I had this mega mega dream and seeing this ( Below – of flower – sea )Pic here on the Net, just refreshed the memory.
In the dream : my husband, new baby and I were in some sort of square palanquin-ish boat, at sea. Here’s the detail. You could see no water. Every bit of blue was covered by Tulips. Tulips close up, and receding, in every direction, into the distant horizon, their brilliant and lesser hues melting into the horizon. The dream went on and on and on, like a long journey in acres of ocean-tulips. It was like an exotic painting.
When I told Jaki, she insisted that I was a lactating new mom and high on mama-hormones – that I would crash into shore soon. ( Jaki is a realist and does not believe in anything other than what is visible in front of your nose. As close as that. Touchable, pushable).
But listen to this ; the next time we met, at Lokhandwala, my home, Jaki said she had had a dream. She took a while to tell me, and when she did, I went cold. My scalp prickled and I ran for some potato chips and sauce. It’s what we ate when troubled, and I do believe potato chips and sauce are healers, no matter what they say. So, we sat there gazing at the palm tree and swung our feet like little girls and scraped at the shared plate with generous splash of sauce and polished every last chip before leaning back and trying to sort this out. Jaki’s dream.
In the dream she was also in the tulip ocean but without any palanquinish boat or husband or baby. She was in a coffin. The coffin had Mickey mouse and Donald duck painted all over its sides, and Jaki was in it, tears of laughter rolling down her cheeks – in the dream. She had been married 2 years and longed for achild now, with her advertising agency going good she did not need to go any place 9-5, and she wanted a baby.
I rubbished the dream ofcourse and reminded her we were not dream analysts in the first place – that to pay too much attention to this would ruin our day, wouldn’t it ? However this coffin business rankled and try as we might, the whole thing about babies and the dream and her longing for one, never left.
Years later, Jaki still had no kid, and there was the incident of a cousin’s death and no one to bring up little ” Shika” as they called the infant. Jaki and her husband after enough counsel, took ” Shika” in as their own, and so much joy followed, a peace even. And it was such a strange – fantastic thing to watch, because though we never really discussed it again, we never forgot the Tulip-Sea and the images with it.
I have Jaki’s permission to post this, she is a proud mommy and they never regretted the decision they took when cousin Hem. passed away like that. Which still leaves me wondering about the significance of dreams. Do they arrive to tell us things – or do we do things that they make us feel in our sub conscious…
There really is so much we do not know, uh.