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Sleep With Dreams, How Novel
Oct. 11th, 2011 01:14 pm
I've been dreaming a lot lately. Weird disjointed images are all I remember, but they are dreams. They feel 'real', too, not just drug-induced replays of my days at work.
A couple of nights ago, I was on some school campus. I actually dream of being on some kind of campus with some regularity, so it's not new territory. At any rate, for some reason I was running across an outdoor area of the campus, and across an amphitheater-type structure. I don't know if I was running from something or to something... There was a sloping driveway going down past the structure, but I was running across the top. When I reached the back edge of it, I found to my dismay that it was about 2 stories up... and I shot over the top of it, complete with that lurch in my stomach, the brief free-fall sensation, and wham! woke up in one of those colossal all-over spasms.
It felt more like a memory than a dream. I spent a lot of time falling off or being pushed off things like jungle gyms when I was a kid. Usually landed flat on my back with the wind knocked out of me. It's a wonder I didn't break things, but I think landing flat on my back saved my neck a few times.
Last night, I dreamt of a follow-up trip to the gynecologist, where I filled out my own return-to-work slip with all the wrong dates and information, and then apologized to the doctor and asked for him to fill a new one out. I kept writing that I was returning to work on July 21st. That old saw about everything you read being backwards in dreams is not true - everything I read on the little pad was the right way, as was my handwriting - which was much nicer in my dream than in real life. He then gave me some type of inoculation involving a dissolving strip, like those Listerine Breath Strips, only it was more like a long, wide piece of 35mm film, and it tasted horrible. At first he placed it on my tongue & kind of conveyor-belted it into my mouth until I got the clue that I was supposed to eat the whole thing. Which I complained about.
I also dreamed of something else that was the final straw in waking me up. As a result of rosacea & genetics & what not, I've got large pores. I hate them, but I'm kind of stuck with them. It's true of most of my body, including my boobs. At any rate, in my dream, I was cleaning out some of those pores & managed to remove a small maggot & something that looked like a piece of spine or bone of some kind from one of the pores on my boob. It was slightly flexible & soft, and when I dropped it on the ground it sizzled & dissolved, like butter in a hot pan. For some reason there were x-rays of my breasts on my bathroom walls & I could see a similar thing was in the other boob. It was big, though, the size of a wide bolt or something, and I have no idea how I was able to manage to extricate something that size from a pore. My nipple felt strangely unsupported after I did it, too.
That was pretty much the point where my subconscious decided to wake me up, and I decided to stay awake. It's got me kind of paranoid now, like maybe I should try to get a mammogram done or something. Hopefully, that notion will fade because I'd like to wait a couple more years before regularly having to get mah titties squished on an annual basis. What it really means is I probably need to take a break from the gore sites for awhile... they love posting photos of bot fly larva & mango-fly maggots infesting women's breasts... and I keep looking at them, even though I've probably seen enough that there cannot be any new information gleaned from yet more images.
A couple of nights ago, I was on some school campus. I actually dream of being on some kind of campus with some regularity, so it's not new territory. At any rate, for some reason I was running across an outdoor area of the campus, and across an amphitheater-type structure. I don't know if I was running from something or to something... There was a sloping driveway going down past the structure, but I was running across the top. When I reached the back edge of it, I found to my dismay that it was about 2 stories up... and I shot over the top of it, complete with that lurch in my stomach, the brief free-fall sensation, and wham! woke up in one of those colossal all-over spasms.
It felt more like a memory than a dream. I spent a lot of time falling off or being pushed off things like jungle gyms when I was a kid. Usually landed flat on my back with the wind knocked out of me. It's a wonder I didn't break things, but I think landing flat on my back saved my neck a few times.
Last night, I dreamt of a follow-up trip to the gynecologist, where I filled out my own return-to-work slip with all the wrong dates and information, and then apologized to the doctor and asked for him to fill a new one out. I kept writing that I was returning to work on July 21st. That old saw about everything you read being backwards in dreams is not true - everything I read on the little pad was the right way, as was my handwriting - which was much nicer in my dream than in real life. He then gave me some type of inoculation involving a dissolving strip, like those Listerine Breath Strips, only it was more like a long, wide piece of 35mm film, and it tasted horrible. At first he placed it on my tongue & kind of conveyor-belted it into my mouth until I got the clue that I was supposed to eat the whole thing. Which I complained about.
I also dreamed of something else that was the final straw in waking me up. As a result of rosacea & genetics & what not, I've got large pores. I hate them, but I'm kind of stuck with them. It's true of most of my body, including my boobs. At any rate, in my dream, I was cleaning out some of those pores & managed to remove a small maggot & something that looked like a piece of spine or bone of some kind from one of the pores on my boob. It was slightly flexible & soft, and when I dropped it on the ground it sizzled & dissolved, like butter in a hot pan. For some reason there were x-rays of my breasts on my bathroom walls & I could see a similar thing was in the other boob. It was big, though, the size of a wide bolt or something, and I have no idea how I was able to manage to extricate something that size from a pore. My nipple felt strangely unsupported after I did it, too.
That was pretty much the point where my subconscious decided to wake me up, and I decided to stay awake. It's got me kind of paranoid now, like maybe I should try to get a mammogram done or something. Hopefully, that notion will fade because I'd like to wait a couple more years before regularly having to get mah titties squished on an annual basis. What it really means is I probably need to take a break from the gore sites for awhile... they love posting photos of bot fly larva & mango-fly maggots infesting women's breasts... and I keep looking at them, even though I've probably seen enough that there cannot be any new information gleaned from yet more images.
