#dream about book of rooth

 Date dream  21 january 2024 ki beti raat.. 

Takriban 2.30 waze ke baat.. .

Main sua... main kya dekhta huj.... 

Humare ghar men e fauji hain.

Or wuh. Apne telephone ke dwara comandar ji jung ladwa rahenn hain..

Jung lgi hui khalra mandi men...or ho kya raha jab teen bhari shanti bolte indian army bande marte jaten...

Nd phir.. comandar jo humare ghar men fuju sikh.. tin jane.

Wuh apne sathiyo jo bol raha hai... ki.

Ye dusra tarah ka atack thumhen chhup rehha bolna nhi phir tumhari jaan bachhe gi..

Ek baar shanti bolo bus.

Nd phir men tumari jaan bachi rahi gi...

Nd phir men kya dekhta 

Humara nanu raghbir singh fuji kuch or family member ..mere sath wale camre men shadi ki tarah bhara hua huta..

To main jb apne camre men jata hun..to khud ekala pata hun.. or jab mere sath wale camre men jata hun.. to kehta ki humara itna bhada pariwar. Tha.. or mujhe to dekh kar ghabrahat huti hai..

Phir kya huta humare ghar men ek mama ranjit ata hai sidiyi charta hun..

Main use pehle ye kehtA hun.. or wuh ajib hi tarike se glas mun se pakrta pani bharta or.. mun ke bal hi glass ke sahare pani pine lgtA hai... 

Nd phir wuh bnda alag si shakal jaise kan sAfai krne wale.. hute. To wuh kam krne ilawa kuch or bolne lg jata hai ajibo greeb nd.. phir... main use baga deta..

Hun..meri bibi kehti ye kauna tha ajib sa..

Nd  phir kya maile ki tarah 

Khalra se bhikhiwind ko 

Jahan rahe.. wahan par bauht  bhade level ki bandgi pastor nazarth raja ke dekh rekh ki men..

Ek purab se pacham tarf lge zmin par or ek do manzli kile ke jaise kothi bani hui hai..

Nd sangat baith purab ki tarf samna hai.. or pachim ki tarf pith hai..

Or wahan par men zimini stage par  ek geet gata hun....jiske lyrics punjabi men samjh nhi ate.. antre  men.. nd.. waha par ek ladka akar stage ko lead krne lg jata hai baith kar... 

Nd phir men dekhta hun stage piche pastor raj cream color ka safari suit pehan kar niche baithe hute hain...

Phir men sangti men ek side men ja kar khada ho jata hun... or rooth ki kitaab men  hebrew.. men jo ki bauht bhadi kitab hai...

Jise km se km 2 admi uths rahen or wuh bauht se hain utni hi jitni khadi hui sangti ki churai or..

Ek kothri ke upar.. jake wuh sari kholi jati hain... 

Aise hain.. jaise farishte.. 

Nd dusra uske ek upar ki kothri men paras gill ga rahe os kitaab ko kholne ki izat men.. 

Or phir wuh samapat krke niche ate hain.. 

Nd sangati men chalne phir lagten men unmo ignor kr raha nd phir wuh mujhe ek apne atitude men ignoras se hath milate nd maskri si mushkrahat men.. jo janta huta magar phir bhi na janne ki acting krta muskarate hue.. bolta hum ekathe hi hainn..maine tum log bnati or nalki log.. jinke age insaano ki koi value.. 

Jo kisi bhi insaan ki jaan tumhare age koi value nhi rakhti..

 Ye tumara muskrana bhi jutha hai nkli hai.. tum log musibat men  chod ke baag jate ho..

Nd mera bus nhi chlta main tumhen jaan se mardo.. 

Magar tumhen khuda hi jane...

Phir kya huta.. paras gill ke liye white gadi hai..

Jo ambolance huti.. 

Or uspar red color ka plus ka nishan huta hai..

Or paras gill ke baith te hi..

Wuh ambulance men dhara men khun bahne lgta.. 

Nd wuh ambulance chali jati hai..

Or meri ankh khol jati hai..