Great (stupid, annoying) Unknown

Poet Francois Rabelais last words were, “I go to seek a Great Perhaps. That’s why I am going. So I don’t have to wait until I die to start seeking a Great Perhaps.” Me thinks great is perhaps not the right expression to define the perhaps in all its greatness. You thinks I am a fool after this statement. Me thinks you are right. 

Research shows (= me on Google for 5 minutes) that dreams about death – whether a stranger or someone close to us – are the most common. Why? I didn’t have the patience to read that much. BUT I do have adequate skills to copy and paste what a death dream usually signifies –

Dreaming of death or dying may symbolise a phase in your life has come to an end and something new is beginning. May represent an aspect of yourself that has died, so something new can emerge. May symbolise overcoming a bad habit or behaviour. May represent the end of a relationship.

How true is the aforementioned data? I certainly can’t corroborate. But I rather not refute it because it’s better to know than be in the shadows of the unknown *goodness look at me being all sagely*.

Ever had a crazy dream that when you woke up the first question that popped up in your head was: “Now what in the world did THAT mean?” I have had such instances, many a times, till the point that I started maintaining a dream journal – until I got lazy and by the time I wanted to write down what I dreamt about, I could no longer remember any of it.

 

• I was peeping out of a window with someone else when I saw a scary looking two-headed snake. {One of the explanations for seeing snakes points to healing and transformation taking place in your life}
• And then there was this occasion when I saw a bunch of ghosts in a barren-run down garage of sorts. {Ghosts sometimes have got to do with a part of your life that you fear}
• Finally, I saw Alex Karev from Grey’s Anatomy combing my hair when I was admitted in the hospital. {Cool, eh? Oops, I mean, there is no research to substantiate such intense and can-happen-must-happen-in-the-near-future dreams}

  

  Subconsciously projecting the image that I hope to be when the ‘Karev option-soon-to-be-a-reality’ comes true. *swoon*

Which brings me to the crux of what I have been trying to blabber for the past 200 years (depending on the speed at which you read) – How much better it is to know, even if the ‘know’ is scientifically unproven. To know what it means or what it stands for or what might happen. Which brings me to…

I AM FREAKING OUT BECAUSE THE RESULTS OF MY JOB INTERVIEW IS TOMORROW.

And to calm the chaos in my head, I have been dusting my room and tidying things up 2,800 times in a day.

*deep breath* It’s insane to the point that I don’t think it is insane anymore.

Having got done with my third round of interview on March 28, it has been 10 days since I have been patiently waiting to hear from the Big Guys (actually women) – whether I made it or not. ‘Shitting bricks’ is an expression that succinctly, even though colourfully, explains my situation.  So as I head out on Friday morning to catch up with my friend for breakfast, then watch The Jungle Book and then another movie in the evening, I will be followed by the not-so-cute-unlike-Casper-ghost of WHAT DOES THE EMAIL SAY trailing me.

But no matter what the result is going to be, I am pretty sure there is one thing I am going to be singing on the top of my voice when the misery of not knowing will be finally gone:

Since U Been Gone

I can breathe for the first time

I’m so moving on

Yeah, yeah

Thanks to you

Now I get What I want

Since U Been Gone

PS: I am really hoping I get the job.
PS 2: Kelly Clarkson, you are THE bomb.

Pretending to strike a climactic ‘Great Unknown’ pose while secretly checking out for stray and scary looking dogs.