Monday, June 12, 2006
Last night/this morning I had the most bizarre dreams.
In the first one, I dreamed that someone on the internet was offering to surgically disassemble your arm with diamond encrusted band saw. I was very excited about having this done. The price was either really reasonable or very free, because in the dream it wasn’t an issue. While it was happening, there was no pain involved, just a little pressure/discomfort. When it was over, I was very, very worried that my arm would fall apart into a myriad of pieces. So I put my arm into a sling to help hold it all together. There was no blood, no bleeding whatsoever. After my arm was in the sling, it occurred to me they didn’t offer to surgically close up the open wound on the stump and I didn’t know how the blood vessels would knit themselves together on their own, so I decided to leave my arm in the sling and let it all heal back together. The offer included deep frying your bodily bits in hot oil. I didn’t do this because my arm was sawed whole bits in the sling, but someone else did and I helped them fry their bodily bits. It was like frying ravioli, just till hot and crispy. But while I was doing that, it seemed like it was my own arm even though I was looking at my arm. Weird!
Then in another part I was a new home owner. I had just moved into this two story house and was having people stay over in one of the three extra bedrooms. The three extra bedrooms each had their own bathroom. The pink bathroom was really shabby — water stains on the walls and ceilings, walls were peeling, lights were dim, linoleum was scratched and dingy, fixtures were scratched and yucky, it was the worst looking bathroom I had ever seen and was embarrassed to have it in my nice new house. None of the rest of the house reflected the nastiness of that bathroom. There was a fireplace on a pointy (outtie) corner in the living room but it didn’t point into the room, but pointed out toward an external wall of the living room. You had to walk by it to get into and out of the front door. Don’t remember too much about the master suite.
Another part of the dream we were on a shopping trip on a river. We had come from a river island where we were hanging out, rode a boat over to the shore where Wal-Mart had a ton of crap set up for sale. We bought so much stuff I lost track of where everything was. Women I was with also bought a ton of crap. We were all in the middle of moving our purchases from off the racks and laying them onto a trailer to take back across the river when Wal-Mart began switching the merchandise racks and adding new things. We were so slow in getting our things off the racks that our stuff was getting lost in the midst of the merchandise transfer.
Then there we were waiting for a boat to take us back to the island, there were quite a few of us women. We were getting hit on by some guys, we were getting split up as a group, some were inside a tour bus. I looked inside and walked back out again but don’t remember why. It was dark through this whole experience. I looked out from where we were waiting and noticed how many cars were parked there for shopping and mingling?
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This morning what I saw was not a dream. I was in the middle lane approaching the Lamar exit. I was just about to pass it and was making moves toward the right lane. At the VERY last second, just as I was completing my move into the right lane, a black Nissan veers across from the left lane through the middle and across my bow to make the Lamar exit. He was going so fast that when he finally made the exit, he was still moving in a right-ish direction. When he came too close to hitting the far wall of the exit ramp, he over-corrected and spun out to hit the left wall of the exit ramp with his front end. DEBRIS EVERYWHERE! I actually ducked when I saw bits of car coming at me even though my windows were closed. I called 911 and told the woman exactly what happened, but she seemed so casual and unconcerned. I hope that dickhead is not hurt too badly. Surely his car won’t be driving away from that accident.