I'm a person with an intense obsessive nature. If I like something, it takes over a large portion of my brain. ProWrestling is one such thing. As I already mentioned in a previous post, I love ProWrestling so much that I get weird dreams sometimes.
A couple of days back, I had another one of those dreams and this time...it was too perfect to not talk about it.
I've already made two posts about who my Top 10 Favorite Wrestlers of all time are. If you've seen them, you'll know that my No.1 Wrestler is The Phenom himself, The Undertaker!
I've been fascinated by his work ever since I started watching ProWrestling. He has had several good matches and some worst matches but I've watched them all with the same excitement. Recently, the man has aged a lot and can barely give amazing matches like he used to. Yet, I watch him every time with a certain level of awe for the star power and in-ring presence he brings to the shows and matches. I respect him a lot. Hypothetically speaking, if I became a ProWrestler in the future, the one guy I would want to have a storyline with would be none other than The Undertaker.
Let me cut short my monologue and dive right into my dream. It might sound surreal and unusual in many places, but bear with me. That's just the way most dreams are!
There are some aspects of the dream I've forgotten. But most of it is still vivid in my memory...
I was watching a live wrestling match in an arena with my friends. It seemed to be a battle royal match with numerous wrestlers in the ring. There were several of my current favourites such as Kevin Owens, A.J Styles, Seth Rollins and so on. As I was watching them brawl with each other, something happened that made me go crazy.
The gong sounded!
For normal human beings, the gong is simply a musical instrument of Asian origin. But for ProWrestling fans, the gong sound implies that the Lord of Darkness is here!
And as soon as I heard the gong, I stood up from my seat, ran past the other fans, jumped over the barricade and slid into the ring where at least 20-25 other wrestlers were brawling. Yeah, I know, overreaction on my part. But this is The Undertaker, dammit! Call me crazy but I would even roll over in mud to get to see him up close. This was one such situation and I had absolutely no control over myself.
(Now, in real life, if a fan tries to get into the ring, the securities would bodily grab that person and take them away. Even the wrestlers themselves don't appreciate such actions by the fans. But this was my dream. My brain was making up the rules and constructing this imaginative experience for me as I was snoring in my bed. So, in my dream, I ran into the ring and nobody stopped me!)
Just as I slid into the squared circle, The Deadman rose up from underneath the ring in his own macabre way...
The arena was going crazy. I was going crazy. The wrestlers stopped their fighting to see this legend make his entrance. This was the first time I was seeing this man, known for his awe inspiring entrances, do it before my eyes and my heart beat rose up several notches.
And then the brawling continued. The Undertaker began wrestling with several wrestlers. The fans were chanting for Taker to fight with some of their favourites, hoping to get to witness some dream face-offs. Similarly, I had one of my own. I chanted for Taker to face Kevin Owens. Don't forget, I was still standing in the ring, in a safe corner. So, the wrestlers could very well hear me. Owens, who was probably being a heel at that time, saw me and went "Dude! Really?"
A lot of what happened next has escaped my memory, as dreams usually do.
But then the show ended. Owens and The Undertaker came up to me and we greeted each other. The fanboy inside me was going to die of too much excitement. I called up my friends to click a picture and they said they'll be there in a minute.
That's when Taker himself put a hand over my shoulder and said "Let's take a walk" in his deep voice.
Imagine hero-worshipping a character for 11 years and meeting that very character where he puts a hand over your shoulder like you were his best pal and asks you to walk with him. Imagine the exhilaration and elation associated with something like that. I was experiencing that in the dream.
We took a walk along a grassy path. (Now, don't ask me where grass appeared in a Wrestling arena. This is a dream, remember? Kings Cross station seemed shining white and without people when Harry dreamed about it in Deathly Hallows. This works the same way.)
We were walking and chatting about a lot of topics related to The Undertaker's character, his health and so on. It gave me so much pleasure to know that I wasn't talking to The Undertaker. Instead I was talking to Mark William Callaway himself.
And the dream ended...
For anyone who has obsessed over someone they considered their hero, you would understand why this dream is perfect. I have no idea if I will ever get to meet this man in person. Given his age and list of injuries, there is even a slimmer chance of me getting to see this man wrestle up close in my life.
But, this dream made it all come true.
And for that reason, it is perfect and the wrestling fan in me would never forget it.
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