Cheese Ghost and a Late Wedding

Date: 7/23/2016

i was trying to get a packer of cheese or crea, maybe cheesy cream or creamy cheese when i found it was way past its expiry date. i flung it to the drain when suddenly the cream spread all over the sink and started coming up a like a ghost. it had a menacing look and wanted to hurt me, obviously. i ran out, it was my mother's ancestral home. it followed me, holding me back and puling me into the house while i started to go out. strange this is only i could see it. there was some ruckus outside the house and i wanted to get a look at it. i couldnt. this bloody ghost wanted me to stay. the one good joint my brother rolled for me slipped out of my pocket, i was worried that he i would be held responsible, coz only i can see this stupid ghost. scene shifts to.... An indoor scene at my house, extremely sunny day. i am getting late, for my wedding. it is almost three and the ceremony where i am required to be present is about to begin, and i am still in my bed!! i wake up. my relatives wake me up and dress me up in old worn out underwear when i see my wealthy uncle climb down the stairs crying. he is accompanying a young hindu bride of kannada descent. he says he lost the ox inwhich her jewellery was kept. and now she hasto go for her wedding without those special jewels. it was blessed or some shit like that. we all agree to look around the house. i am searching for things beneath the stairwell when i see my brothers stash of ganja. i am trying to make myself a jooint, when i hear my father coming that way. i pretend to be an a gel and ask him what he is looking for. and i woke up.