Siestas and dreams

I had a rather interesting dream today. The maid who cooks food for us was on a leave today so I decided to order some Pizza for luch. Having had a heavy lunch and for the lack of something else to do I felt like indulging in some afternoon siesta. To most people my dream wouldn't be very strange or memorable but the thing with me is that I hardly dream and when I do I don't remember it. It's an Indian superstition that a a dream that occurs when the sun is still out would come to life.
In my dream I am with a someone special I can't remember his face and there is an undercurrent of some sort of tension between us. I am in a house in the hills surrounding by tons of relatives whom I can't recognize and there is a sense of hostility all around from people who walk into and walk out of this room we are in. I can remember some pashing followed by action under the sheets and the feeling of impending separation. As far as I can remember we are celebrating his birthday but it's all very vague now. Inspite of all the commotion and chaos I feel happy and I am smiling all the time and that is what I found rather strange...
Before we separated or said our goodbyes I woke up and saw that it was 4:30 in the evening. That's when I began to write this post...

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