Interpreting a dream…

Last few days.. so I went to library today, but on a purpose : for this book ‘Interpretation of Dreams’.. by Freud. The dream I had yesterday morning left me wondering what on earth it meant. Trust me.. its been long since I ceased to be a regular AOC player but here I was :

.. a desert like terrain and I was with two horses and a camel… damn thirsty. Suddenly there is sound of gun powder and I along with  the camel fell to the ground. Two elegantly dressed Jannisaries pointing their barrels emerged out of nowhere.. I was sweating like hell [perhaps the fan was off.. :p]. I was on my knees pleading them to spare my life. To my surprise, both spoke english [with the middle east accent] … ‘Mongol!!’ said one… apparently the other one disagreed. After long examination they seemed to have figured out that I am from the less dangerous territory.

Then with some respect they asked me what I did.. to the best of my knowledge [in the dream] I was a perfume merchant from Cochin lost here, a shipwreck. so I told them. After a swift ride on the fastest of their camels I was presented to a dark, imposing personality.. who looked like a cross between Sultan Saladin and Solomon. I was scared like hell in the beginning but my fear soon turned in to respect and his suspicion soon turned in to kindness. He instructed his men to give me what I needed.

After my needs were attended the imposing figure sat in front me to speak.. ‘So you are the scribe from Asia?’. I was dumbfound.. what scribe? I am a poor perfume merchant from the far east.. I pleaded. Then he remembered that he never introduced himself.

‘I am the ruler of Ottoman Turkish empire. It is foretold that we would have a great naval victory against the Austrian empire and the arrival of an arrival of an Asian scribe is a good omen. So the quest for Ottoman domination of Europe begins with you stepping on our land’.. Hmm gotcha!! I thought… So I am meant to be treated with respect.

I was on one hand very happy but this man’s presence was quite intimidating.. so I thought I could break the ice by speaking something.. but speak of Turks.. Gunpowder, Kamal ata Turk and his diplomatic and mathematical skills, weightlifter Suleymanoglu are the only things that come to my mind. I randomly spoke of their civlization, their use of Gun powder. [I couldnt exactly recollect the exact details.. but some parts were real awsome.. ].

‘Oriental people have rare wisdom’ he said.. ‘and yet we feared the Huns and Mongols for their savageness.. even their warfare is driven by that wisdom.. I presume’. Then he glorified the Ottoman empire for a while explaining how their obsession with technological advancement led them to use gunpowder so effectively, the trade relations. We walked along the roads of a magnificient port city and reached a mighty castle [much like the heavy one we see in AOC]. I asked him [with he greatest respect] where he was taking me..

then he dropped the real bombshell : ‘You will accompany us to the Austrian shore.. the prophecy also tells us that the Asian scribe shall stand as a testimony to the rise of the Ottoman empire to its zenith. Make yourself comfortable on the ships.. we have a long ride and a big battle ahead’.. [One part of the mind is screaming.. what crap? those ships will take forever to reach Austria.. leave alone beating whole Europe. God knows when you will go home .. the saner part is still screaming .. wtf? as if this is all true.. just enjoy the movie-like show!!].

However the saner part of it had no direct control on the movie character.. So I turned around and started running.. and sound of gun powder behind me ‘thud.. thud!!’.. my mind screamed ‘turn back you fool!! and have an eye on the direction of the shot.. at least you can hope to escape’. So I turned.. I mean I actually turned in my bed and landed on the floor of my room, unhurt but feeling weird…. a nice movie like dream vanished. I checked the time 5.00 a.m. I dozed off again.. regretting the loss of a nice dream

I went to Visesh in the morning saying ‘Why didnt ya wake me up in the morning’… ‘What? I was banging of door of #368 like hell at 5.00 in the morning’.. he said. Then it became clear to me… then gunshots on the turkish shore!!.. ‘thud.. thud!!’.. poor kid in #368… my room no is #375.. and our dear Pelu got it wrong!!