I was going out to collect some cloths given for laundry in the evening. I had to take a rickshaw, and unsurprisingly there was none around at that point of time. That’s oh so normal – isn’t it? When you want to do something, or when you want something, that particular aspect never happens. After a wait for about ten minutes, finally a rickshaw came. All of a sudden I was feeling extremely uncomfortable. Some images were flashing in my mind; giving me some nerve tickles. The rickshaw driver came to me, and I looked at his face. That created more troubles for me; because I had seen this before – this person, this sequence of events. Slowly but surely I realized that I was going through what they call as a “Déjà vu”. I had seen these things earlier – in a dream; long back.

I grew anxious as moments passed by. Every second seem to pass on like an eternity. The discomfort levels were just going up. Was I feeling suffocated? I don’t know. They say it’s a great feel when you see the future. But its definitely not a great feel, when you had a dream, and it re-enacts itself in real life. Especially if you are in the habit of having bad dreams quite often as I do. I started asking myself – what was the end of this sequence in the dream? Was it a bad one or a good one? Even after persistent efforts I was not able to get an answer. That just increased my tension. All the while, the rickshaw driver was staring at me. At least ten-twenty had gone bye, since our eyes met. He was wondering what was happening with me. Finally he asked me where I wanted to go. I was still roaming around to find an answer to that question – how did the dream end? Once I heard his voice, I came back from my thoughts to the present world, and mentioned the place I was supposed to go. He agreed and I got inside.

My mind was still turbulent. I still didn’t have the answer, and I started worrying about the outcome. My apprehensions about this sequence of events led me to break that sequence. I just shook my head and told myself that I need to break this sequence. Out of no where I broke it by deciding to call one of my friends. That part for sure was not in the dream. For a moment, I felt relieved inside that I had broken that particular sequence; and at least the sequence of events now won’t have some of those bad endings that I generally see in the dreams.

Its fairly complicated – the way our minds work. This is not the first time that a déjà vu has happened to me. I never understood why that happens either. Why do we dream of things that eventually happen frame-by-frame? I don’t know… Maybe our minds are a lot more powerful than what we expect it to be…