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I had the strangest dream last night... and it won't make much sense to anybody (least of all, me), but I feel I should commit it to some form of print before the details go all fuzzy. One thing I know, though, is that it scared the living crap out of me and I woke up thinking I was going to die a horrible death ;_;
Anywho, this is how it went (I warned you ahead of time that it's odd):
I'm sleeping in my bed at my grandma's house (as I do each weekend I'm in town) and, out of nowhere, the doorbell rings. It's morning, it seems, so I go to the door to answer it. Upon doing so, a few people I apparently know walk in with troubled faces, one of the people is coughing a little bit. At this point, I look behind me over my shoulder and see Daniel Jackson from Stargate--apparently he lives or works at my grandma's house. At any rate, he gets wide-eyed and pulls out some strange gizmo... uses it to 'scan' the coughing person (best way I can describe it) and, lo and behold, a strange, yellow glowing orb of light pops out of the guy's chest. "Oh dear", says Jackson, and it soon becomes clear that the coughing guy is deathly ill with something that later turns out to be a form of cancer. Only this cancer is contageous... and--after the rest of us are scanned, cleared, and breathe a sigh of relief--I begin to cough.... and a strange glowing yellow orb of light pops out of my chest. "Crap", I state... and I get a visual in my mind of cancerous things embedding in my lungs. "There's no cure for this", somebody says, "but we can slow it down". We go down to the basement and I do the only thing that can possibly stop this cancerous thing from killing me... I take a brown paper bag and start exhaling into it and then breathing in the room-air. The only way to slow my death is to breathe out the cancerous particles more quickly than they can grow and reproduce inside of me. If I were to simply breathe in and out, the cancerous particles saturating the air would be breathed in... BUT... if I use a paper bag, I can contain the particles while breathing in fresh air--thus, cancer in a bag and I try to reach an equilibrium.
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that's where the dream ends--I'm breathing into a paper bag, feeling cancerous tendrils sap the last ounce of life from me... and I'm pretty sure I die.
+shudder+
This is the first time in forever that I've had a nightmare like that. I barely ever remember my dreams, and usually they're friendly or just wierd. This... was terrifying.
>.<
*poit*
Anywho, this is how it went (I warned you ahead of time that it's odd):
I'm sleeping in my bed at my grandma's house (as I do each weekend I'm in town) and, out of nowhere, the doorbell rings. It's morning, it seems, so I go to the door to answer it. Upon doing so, a few people I apparently know walk in with troubled faces, one of the people is coughing a little bit. At this point, I look behind me over my shoulder and see Daniel Jackson from Stargate--apparently he lives or works at my grandma's house. At any rate, he gets wide-eyed and pulls out some strange gizmo... uses it to 'scan' the coughing person (best way I can describe it) and, lo and behold, a strange, yellow glowing orb of light pops out of the guy's chest. "Oh dear", says Jackson, and it soon becomes clear that the coughing guy is deathly ill with something that later turns out to be a form of cancer. Only this cancer is contageous... and--after the rest of us are scanned, cleared, and breathe a sigh of relief--I begin to cough.... and a strange glowing yellow orb of light pops out of my chest. "Crap", I state... and I get a visual in my mind of cancerous things embedding in my lungs. "There's no cure for this", somebody says, "but we can slow it down". We go down to the basement and I do the only thing that can possibly stop this cancerous thing from killing me... I take a brown paper bag and start exhaling into it and then breathing in the room-air. The only way to slow my death is to breathe out the cancerous particles more quickly than they can grow and reproduce inside of me. If I were to simply breathe in and out, the cancerous particles saturating the air would be breathed in... BUT... if I use a paper bag, I can contain the particles while breathing in fresh air--thus, cancer in a bag and I try to reach an equilibrium.
-----
that's where the dream ends--I'm breathing into a paper bag, feeling cancerous tendrils sap the last ounce of life from me... and I'm pretty sure I die.
+shudder+
This is the first time in forever that I've had a nightmare like that. I barely ever remember my dreams, and usually they're friendly or just wierd. This... was terrifying.
>.<
*poit*