Black and white
In this post I write one of my colorful dreams for you.It is a lot of fun to write your dreams so I want you to try it now and send it to my blog through this address to be published. Let others know what is happening in your heart. Try not to change them into something that you like as much as possible. Here it is my first published dream.
It was when I went to sleep with this lovely colorful poem in a simple blank white page covering my face.
Then I had a not long journey in my Black and white world .Every thing seemed to covered by a thin mist. My body was numb. A strong power pulled me toward itself after a short journey through time tunnel-this is what I call it- I found myself in Dr Sami's class. Class and its creatures were saturated in a milky misty space and that was a privilege to see four steps around you.
Dr Sami is sitting on the tables swinging his legs and grinning like a school girl I was sitting between two girls of my class .There is only one particular thing about those two that catch my eyes and it was a same ∫ shape on their shoes .one is black on white background and the other white on black background.
Although white pair with black arm seemed prettier and cleaner than the black pair I loved black pair with white ∫. I loved these pair because the white ∫ is like a candle flame in heart of darkness and if you want to reach candle flame you have to pass through problems and difficulties. A vivid picture of my mind was being presented on the wall as I thought about this beautiful things and it seemed that I was in a serious lecture.
As I freed from this so called lecture I turn my head round to see another guys. Akbar was sitting behind me on the second row surrounded by two girls like any other boys in class. He was winking to the right-hand girl meanwhile he was chatting with another one cheerfully. In the second row Mohammad and Amir was also present but both of them were a little abnormal. Even though they were sitting between girls , they looked very quiet and concentrated on the subject Dr Sami was just beginning to address us about. I don’t exactly remember what he was rambling about It was something like:
"Reading between girls, speaking between girls, twinkling between girls, twinkling
, twinkling, twinkling…"
I only remember that he was grinning and pronouncing words with his own special tone.
"Twinkling, twinkling, twinkling"
"Now I want Mr. Rostami to read this paragraph for us "Dr Sami said and gave me his cell phone.
"Whaht dod youh du if Anishtain did nut invent t 'he electricity?so …"I began to read that seemingly short message but in my great surprise I forgot how to read English. Hence my neighboring girls were giggling at me .
"What are you two giggling about? It is our last session and he hasn’t learn reading yet and it is usual in my translation class. I don't know what's wrong with my teaching method."
"Twinkling, twinkling, twinkling"
As he was saying the third twinkling his cell phone in my hand begin to ring with an awful rap music insulting to everybody except the signer.
Thanks god it was only a missed call.I saw the screen.
"Imam khomaini"
Missed called
"Reading between girls, speaking between girls, twinkling between girls, twinkling
, twinkling, twinkling…"
I only remember that he was grinning and pronouncing words with his own special tone.
"Twinkling, twinkling, twinkling"
"Now I want Mr. Rostami to read this paragraph for us "Dr Sami said and gave me his cell phone.
"Whaht dod youh du if Anishtain did nut invent t 'he electricity?so …"I began to read that seemingly short message but in my great surprise I forgot how to read English. Hence my neighboring girls were giggling at me .
"What are you two giggling about? It is our last session and he hasn’t learn reading yet and it is usual in my translation class. I don't know what's wrong with my teaching method."
"Twinkling, twinkling, twinkling"
As he was saying the third twinkling his cell phone in my hand begin to ring with an awful rap music insulting to everybody except the signer.
Thanks god it was only a missed call.I saw the screen.
"Imam khomaini"
Missed called
I was just saving this number in contact that the whole class with Dr Sami's company burst into laughter then begins to march in front of me arm in arm shouting this song.
"Sweet, sweet, sweet;
We want sweet;
Sweet from sweet heart;
What a great sweet it can be!"
And they started to dance.
I was enjoying that co-educational system that Ehsan kicked my bed from beneath and awakened me. It was such a shock to me so I tossed that poetry book which was still on my face at him and turned to my left side.
"Sweet, sweet, sweet;
We want sweet;
Sweet from sweet heart;
What a great sweet it can be!"
And they started to dance.
I was enjoying that co-educational system that Ehsan kicked my bed from beneath and awakened me. It was such a shock to me so I tossed that poetry book which was still on my face at him and turned to my left side.
In that moment I felt that my bed cloth is wet. I seek for the cause and at last I found me tea glass empty.
It was almost midnight so I tried to see to rest of my dream .
It was almost midnight so I tried to see to rest of my dream .
To be continued...
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