aNOTHER dREAM + a certain annoying feeling about DATETIME

The Restaurant Umbrella Dream:

You're in a big car arriving at a seemingly familiar drop off. Random chums say let's walk into the place with our umbrellas open. I'm handed a typical black umbrella with a silver colored underside.

Everyone opens their umbrella's and walks into the restaurant. I, however, open mine just right after we walk in through the door. Perhaps, to be a little more suprising than the rest.

All the other people just walk into perhaps the AC room, anyhow the next room, holding their umbrellas with no problem whatsoever.

But as I entered, I scraped the embeded jewelery off the dress of a lady waiting for a table. I reach down and hand the embroidery all back to her. She feels dissapointed. I feel bad for her dress.

The man on the first table laughs or something. Anyhow, he enjoyed that and was brought into my attention. One of those people that stand (here, sit) out in a crowd.

Remembering that this place wasn't good with food, I find my little brother and tell him, "maaaybe, we should go to another place for food."

I reason that this restaraunt was affiliated with a south-indian restaraunt that I didn't like because the food was oily and generally didn't smell or seem all that right.

He said, "um.. no, let's eat here."

I insisted, "No, let's go. My bad experience on entering feels like a sign we ought to eat elsewhere."

The man on the first table weighs in, "and you'll beat the 2'oclock rush by having food late".

He was very loud, gleeful and seemed like he wanted a conversation. I couldn't bother.

..and my brother insisted we eat there and I again insisted on somewhere else.

And I woke up. I woke up not knowing if the me in the dream settled to eat there or got to go somewhere else.

I'd left the dream and in the real world to eat Amma's cooking.

Dinner was re-heated pre-heated chappathi with an oily-watery egg curry which was mainly one boiled egg and chopped onion that was turmeric yellow.

It was eatable. Still digesting it, as I'm writing this.

A trouble with date & time:

Oh, and while I was waking up, in the middle of entering back to the real world with dinner and the conversation that still went "let's go from here", a peculiar thing.

A muted voice from outside the window reminded me, "Send us back to the future"
So, what that reffered to was that 2020 passed and we're sitting through 2016, 2017, 2018 and so on again. Why is that?

Some problem with the calender... everywhere. 

Or maybe some ill-conceived but well executed prank of some dasterdly kind.

It feels 100% certain and true that a lot of stuff that feels to have happened before is happening once again, especially the opportunities infront of me and the decisions that I take, no matter how original they may appear, seem to have been done by me long ago. A deja vu of sorts.

The more time goes by, it seems to matter less and less.
Although it seeds paranoia when thought about.

Anyhow, moving on. Trying to not think about it.
We survive by agreeing with the world, as is.

Not questioning it's timekeeping but remembering to aid in it.

This blog let's me quantify the time that passes as I go through what feels like the second installment of the late second decade of the early twenty-first century.

I sincerely hope this blog survives. I've written it before, it had the same name.

Someone, perhaps in a computer lab, made me delete it by making it feel frivolous.

I regret that I didn't carry it forward to the present.

It would have helped and also, other documents I author need to be kept in check.

No matter how terrible or senseless something may appear, it's often good practice to preserve and preserve abundantly so that atleast quantity can satisfy that of accomplishing something.

Once again, thank you for reading.