'Nother Nightmare...
I haven't had nightmares like this since Katrina.
The first one since Katrina was after watching a two-parter of Grey's Anatomy where Christina Ricci guest starred as an EMT. This dude had a highly sensitive bomb in his chest and they had to hold it completely still otherwise it might explode causing everyone to turn to "pink mist" all around him. I saw the part two of it where they successfully removed it and the cop dude blew up. He was completely "pink mist." Funnily enough it was the guy from that tv show where the newspaper came 24 hours early and he had to save people from stuff. He's still kind of attractive too; stayed in good shape.
I basically dreamt that I was working in the ER and saw much gore. I saw these people that had dismembered body parts. I can't deal with that. I can't deal with a lot of gore and blood.
This one was after seeing Silent Hill the movie and trying not to see all the gore and blood in it. It's excessively violent, but it's supposed to be a child's concept of hell. Children tend to think of much violence, but I didn't think in that much detail. It was gross. It was very realistic and after about 20 - 30 minutes I barely remembered any of the excessive violence which is sad and tells you much about me. Eek.
This dream: These two guys and I were in this small room that seemed to be medically or chemically oriented somehow. I was up on the top bunk with my left foot cut. There were small fires outside of the room, I believe we were waiting for help, while us inside seemed to be very calm inspite of all the danger. The guys were messing with chemicals -not sure what it was supposed to be dealing with because I was falling asleep there- and suddenly this huge glass container dropped and spilled some clear, non-smelling chemical on the ground. It had to be an acid but so fast acting that in a matter of seconds it just ate through their feet but not the floor. It didn't detroy them entirely. Just seemed to work the fastest on their toes and I think some may have gotten on my injured foot since I had it on the side not wanting to get blood on the bed. It seemed a long while later and everything went back to normal. Someone came to check on us, Jeniffer Aniston, and saw my foot. I told her not to come in since we had a chemical spill and, for some reason or another, it was not through the floor or the door even though it was eating through our feet while feeling no pain whatsoever. They called the ambulance but once some other guy realized what chemicals were spilled they decided to take matters in to their own hands. They rapped my foot up while the other guys (we all had socks on and never saw the actual flesh, just saw the sock seeming to melt to the skin of their feet and their feet being eaten away while no one felt any pain) had to handled specially so no one else would get contaminated.
The sight of their feet woke me up in shock. I was completely covered by my winter blanket, on my back with my arms bent down at my sides, and ready to panic. It took me several minutes before I could even get the guts to move and turn on the television to get light. It seriously triggered my paranoia. I mean I knew it was a dream and I knew the movie was not real, but they both still heavily effected me. I realxed once the television was on. I got up and turned on the overhead light. I headed into Bro's room trying to wake him instead got him to turn over. I was trying not to call Boyfriend b/c it was almost 5am. I had Red who he gave to me earlier today with me and I just needed to hear his voice. I shed a few tears, came back into my room and got my cellphone. It took me a few seconds of debating whether to really call him. I just remembered that I called him after my nightmare after Katrina and it just seemed to cement me and fix all my fears. I called him and woke him up.
He intially "cancelled" the call then called me back as I was trying to text him. [soft smile] He asked, "Did you just call me?"
"Yeah, I had a nightmare. [pause] I'm sorry for waking you."
"It's all right..." He said something else but I forget now what it was. It was something to the affect of 'that's fine.'
I replied but I forget what.
"Don't tell me about it because I'll dream about it."
I continued on, "I just needed to hear your voice and so...I'm sorry for waking you." I know I kept profusely apologizing, but what else could I do? If I could have gone over to his place I would have. I was crying on the phone that is how freaked out I was.
Hell, I'm fully clothed which shows you how bad everything was. I tend to sleep with much less clothing on in general.
So I'm awake for the most part. Red, the M & m next to me and my cell phone near my knee watching television.
Hell, when I had just turned off all the lights my brother came home. I was so freaked out that even though he came in casually but the garage door that I had to talk myself into waiting to see he'd go to his room. I almost texted him just to make sure that was his phone.. [sighs]
I'm currently flipping between CMT and GAC (country music channels) because anything more bothers me.
Ok. I'm going now. Buh-bye.
LMF
PS: He got my Red,the M&m, dressed as a rabbit painting a purple easter egg today. I love it. I just wish it was a little bigger and had more cushion. I like things that go squishy.