Its always about the people and the city...

When I was an active reader of Sidney Sheldon, this book called Tell me your dreams was released then. I somehow wanted to read it. I could, but, never catch hold of a copy then. Later when I had lost knack of Sidney books, I almost saw it everywhere. Railway stations, crossword…so much so that vendors with only one book of Sheldon usedta have this one only. This entry is about my dream…no it doesn’t get philly here…I am telling my dreams that I see while sleeping. Just having woken up from a nightmare, this blog beckoned me. It was not beyond ten minutes into sleep, I was infact not asleep by then. I saw I’m bathing when the water started rising in the bathroom. I looked at the water, there were animal footprints floating on water surface, they too rose with water. I tried to open the door latch, it was jammed. Funny that I was opening my eyes, telling myself that it’s a dream and I need not worry. This terror and consoling continued and I slept somewhere in between, or slipped out o