Had a painful dream this morning.
No doubt a throwback to our Wayanad trip in November, Chery and i were going in a car when we were stopped on the highway by some toll-seeking thugs. There was supposedly some money that we had to repay and the guys dredged up that account.
But they wouldn't let us pay the full amount at one shot; otherwise how were they going to make money (on the interest)?!
Was subjected to more harassment when the leader of the goon-pack wouldn't let go of me and kept giving fundas, over lunch, from my plate.
It was a great relief to wake up.
Some have compared self-realization to the same: waking up from life, but that's another story:
Is the Universe a Dream of God?