Mind of my Stroked Brain

I had a dream last night. Very strange dream. Well all dreams are strange anyway - that is quite normal. I call it strange because it was in a very strange place - which was a combination of which looked resembled an airport area, it had the house (apartment) in the airport which was a multi storey building. It was physically located in what seemed like one of the places in one of the countries I have stayed. It had transport facilities like another, it had a market from one place, a food court from another etc. Pretty fictitious and normal for a dream... The strange part is it it is not the first time I have dreamed of this place. At least a dozen or so times in the past. Each time it is a different situation/ circumstance and different people, but in the same place and setting. It's like the place exists. Come to think of it, what is a real place? It is also in the mind with a different set of rules. We live in it when the body is awake and it is real here. Other places that is c...

When I was a boy, in school, my mother used to wake me up early in the morning. Most of the time it would be to study when it was close to the tests/ exams. Later, it was regular - as I had to go for my maths tution. it was at 6:30am, so I had to be up early and get ready and cycle about 15 mins to get there... I would reluctantly get up, go brush my teeth, finish my morning ablutions and change my clothes. It was Nutramul/ Maltova/ Bournvita/ Complan days and a big nice hot mug would be waiting for me. I would gulp it down, take the cycle and get to the premises as fast as I could. I would usually make it just in time or just late and would squeeze myself in the corner at the back. For some reason, this teacher loved simultaneous equations/ quadratic equations and it was very common to find very familiar problems on the board which he would give and go home (adjoining) for a cuppa. That was the time to snooze for me. More often than not, I would hear him suddenly come and shouting at...

 This is a long one and maybe a very confusing one too.. If you want to spare yourself the confusion, best not to go further...  These are just my thoughts not intended to contest anybody's beliefs. When I had my stroke, I had many experiences. I saw myself on the OT table undergoing the trachiostomy. It was not a 3 sec experience, i saw myself for what seemed like half a minute. I could very clearly see them make the incision near my throat and put the pipe in. I recognised Dr. Dheeraj the instant I saw him and even knew his name. He had made an appearance on several occasions to me in various contexts. There was a lady and guy who chisteled off my right wrist to take my watch. I was left screaming in pain to die bleeding. I saw myself undergo another operation where they used some sort of small grinding machine to completely shave off my tongue. They said it was very normal when it's obstructing breathing and the grows back. When my speech therapist later asked me to put ou...

We all normally have 5 senses. Thats how we perceive the world. The mind uses the senses to interpret the world. We only know everything because we are taught that way. Ex. We all agree something is red because we are taught that way. If everyone is asked to rate the depth of that colour from 1 to 100 ,they would all be different. A colour blind person will be way off. Everything is the way it is because everyone agrees not because its true but because there is consensus. I went in this thinking because, My eyesight isnt ok. The combined image formed is nonsense. My ability to smell is very diminished and damaged. Cant rely on it, i know because , when others are complaining of something, i wont even be getting the smell. I dont even have to start about my toungue and taste. While left ear seems ok, right ear is stone deaf and a constant high pitched shrill noise playing constantly. My sense of feel is unique. Ive realised i can only feel movement and not actual touch. Ex, if someone ...