During a nap to sleep off a bad headache, I dreamed that I went back to India, through the Mediterranean and Persian Gulf, via cruise ship. I know the route because it played on a cartoon map in the corner as the rest of the dream was unfolding.
The kids I'd known recognized me, but they were different. Their hair was dyed blonde, or as close as they could come to it. Hawaiian Tropic suntan lotion was available everywhere, guys had Hawaiian Tropic beach towels around their waists instead of dhovati and there were big Hawaiian Tropic signs all over the place. It was like Hyderabad meets Panama City, Florida.
Anyway, at some point I had an altercation with a shop owner and he finally ducked back through Hawaiian Tropic model cardboard cutouts to a window that had a shade drawn. He pullled back the window shade and showed me there was a tiny vial of liquid taped to it. I said, "Is that acid?"
Then my mom woke me up to take a call from the pharmacy
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