I am in Mysore Junction Railway station at 8 AM, trying to cross the track to the first platform. But there’s a local train which is blocking my way, so I decide to get inside and get outside at the other side. But as soon as I get inside, the doors close and I’m trapped, along with two girls and an old man who also wanted to go out. They’re waiting for the next stop to get down, while I get to know that the train goes to Kuthuparambu (which is very close to my home, comes after Mattanur, the place I got to get down for my house) and reaches there at 10:30. Since it was Saturday, I thought I’d go home and come back on Monday, and fall asleep. When I woke up, I see that the train is already at Mattanur, and instead of going towards Kuthuparambu, it turns towards my place. I’m extremely happy and want to let everyone know…
And then I wake up, prone, on the examination table in the hall. Aquib’s pointing towards loose stools on the bed and laughing at me, while removing his gloves. And then the professor starts taking class, about rectal examination. And that’s when I realize what’s happened. I call Sneha and ask her whether they did a rectal examination on me while I was sleeping. She said “Yes”. And bam I slapped her. I was so angry that when Hema ma’am came and said they thought I’d not mind, I just didn’t listen, but went to the professor who was teaching and said him “They did rectal examination without my permission while I was sleeping. That’s absolutely against medical ethics. And there’s even pain in my rectum now”. And the next thing I see is a PG coming inside with sheets of paper and taking statements from Raziq and all others about what happened. And that’s when I feel sad about it and later I go ask Sneha and Swathi why they didn’t ask my permission. They say they didn’t ask Nandu permission in the previous class, and then I remember I had missed the previous class. And I was feeling so sorry for everything…
And then I actually wake up, prone, on my bed in Room #28.
Dream within a dream. Double Dream. False Awakening. Not Inception.
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