Maya [Raima Sen] lives in New Delhi, is married to Vikram [Arbaaz Khan] and has a daughter Priya [Eka Kumari Singh]. Maya’s life is mundane and centres around her family. One evening, she overhears a conversation between her husband and another woman and realises that he’s having an affair. Her simple, family-centric life around her breaks down and she realises how Vikram had slowly degenerated her confidence and self-esteem in the past few years of their marriage. He stopped her from singing and abandoned all her dreams. During a conversation with her neighbour Mrs. Mathur [Suhasini Mulay], who is looking for an ideal tenant, she conjures up her fantasy man, Jai [Randeep Hooda]. Through Jai, who keeps reoccurring in her dreams in different avtaars, she regains her confidence. He inspires her to pursue her ultimate dream of singing. With the help of her neighbours, a young band [Neil Bhoopalam, Juhi Pandey], she embarks on realising her dreams. The multiplex culture has given birth to all kinds of cinema — good, bad, rubbish, boring. MERE KHWABON MEIN JO AAYE is all this and more — it’s senseless. It makes you wonder whether you’re actually watching a film or you’re in deep slumber, dreaming of being in a plex, watching a bizarre film. If the story is weird, the screenplay is outlandish. Why does the couple [Arbaaz, Raima] drift apart? Raima has been a loving wife, a doting mother, who has never shied away from her responsibilities. Yet, the husband is always complaining. Worse, Raima’s fantasy [Randeep in various avtaars] only makes you rub your eyes in disbelief. Actually, you went through similar emotions [upset, angry, disgusted] while watching Anurag Kashyap’s nonsensical NO SMOKING. Lalit Sen’s music is listless. Viraj Sinh’s cinematography is just okay. Raima is a talented actor, but she should channelize her energies on better scripts and roles. Randeep is unintentionally funny. Arbaaz is wasted. Amongst supporting actors, only Neil Bhoopalam stands out. Ashwini Kalsekar, Anjan Srivastava and Suhasini Mulay are wasted.
On the whole, this khwaab is more of a nightmare.