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Nightmare Redux
Feb. 12th, 2004 10:16 amI need to wash out my brain. I mention nightmares before bed last night, and I am overcome.
It started with my left leg being cut off - sitting in the living room with Dad and Dru, and boom, monofilament right above the knee, and I was sitting there, staring at the thin red line across my leg, holding the whole thing in place, and wondering what the hell to do next. I wasn't really worried until Dru jostled me, I lost my grip on my calf, and the bottom bit fell off, and I was left with a circle of meat and bone, and the blood spurting out of it like in a horror movie. I screamed in the dream and woke myself up.
Ow.
It didn't get much better. I kept dwelling and trying to rewrite the dream, but instead I ended up as a passenger in the Blue Beast with my grandfather driving. My deaf grandfather, who was completely oblivious to all of our shouting when he decided he needed to back up a 'little' to give himself room to turn and managed to not only push the car behind him out of its spot, but turn the SUV entirely onto its side. Then Dad and I had to bluff our way out of handing over any sort of information, because the car in question is *still* not licensed or insured. (Which is why it's sitting in the parking lot, and I haven't driven it since September.)
I was over an hour late to work, but fortunately my boss will know nothing of that, as I had to run immediately over to Harborview for a couple of hours. God, what I wouldn't give for eight hours *uninterrupted* sleep.
It started with my left leg being cut off - sitting in the living room with Dad and Dru, and boom, monofilament right above the knee, and I was sitting there, staring at the thin red line across my leg, holding the whole thing in place, and wondering what the hell to do next. I wasn't really worried until Dru jostled me, I lost my grip on my calf, and the bottom bit fell off, and I was left with a circle of meat and bone, and the blood spurting out of it like in a horror movie. I screamed in the dream and woke myself up.
Ow.
It didn't get much better. I kept dwelling and trying to rewrite the dream, but instead I ended up as a passenger in the Blue Beast with my grandfather driving. My deaf grandfather, who was completely oblivious to all of our shouting when he decided he needed to back up a 'little' to give himself room to turn and managed to not only push the car behind him out of its spot, but turn the SUV entirely onto its side. Then Dad and I had to bluff our way out of handing over any sort of information, because the car in question is *still* not licensed or insured. (Which is why it's sitting in the parking lot, and I haven't driven it since September.)
I was over an hour late to work, but fortunately my boss will know nothing of that, as I had to run immediately over to Harborview for a couple of hours. God, what I wouldn't give for eight hours *uninterrupted* sleep.
