whyyy must i dream like this
I had a scary Cuddy dream last night.
There were a bunch of people at my grandma's and by the door that goes to her garage, Cuddy and I were laying on the floor with some girl. I was propped up on my elbow and she was like laying with her arm under the little girl's neck and the little girl was talking about how she's almost died like 17 times already. Then Cuddy started freaking out and her eyes rolled back into her head and fell back straight again and they were clouded red with blood and she couldn't move. So I ran upstairs screaming for a doctor (my grandma's house was totally a hospital even though it looked like her real house still), and all of them were too afraid to work on her. Not because of her illness, w/e it was, but because she's like a big deal, you know? So then I look down the stairs and the little girl is gone and there are TWO Cuddys now. Both wearing black dresses, laying on their backs with the fucked up eyes. So I am just freaking out and crying because no one can help her and there's nothing I could do. Then apparantly I got them to go down there and get her. I looked down the hall into my grandma's blue bedroom and they are working on her. There's lots of blood. And it looks like they're doing a Caeserian section, and then I know they are because all of the sudden there's this baby. Then I started screaming about how there was still another one of her down there that needed attention and it can't possibly be okay because she was just left there on the wood floor for so long like that. And then I look back in the bedroom, and she had been amputated like, mid-calf in both legs, and there was another like, break in her legs just above the knee. And there was still SO. MUCH. BLOOD everywhere. And THEN I theorized that only 'clones'/'alien bounty hunters' could get that illness and that those weren't even the real Cuddys anyway, which would explain a lot, including why that little girl almost died 17 times. But it was so sad and I was screaming and crying because no one would help her at first.
Then I dreamt that Helen Mirren was someone's aunt and she was like, driving to pick them up from dance or school or something. And she was wearing sunglasses and Ali was obsessed with her so I had to take like 5 pictures because they kept not being perfect lol. Then I was in dance and D was there and we were practicing walking. But it wasn't the dance walk we sometimes practiced, it was like, model-walking. And I was in a black leotard and pink tights cut off just below my knees and a floral skirt wrap thing and high heels. And I like did it, and then they made me do it again. wth.
There were a bunch of people at my grandma's and by the door that goes to her garage, Cuddy and I were laying on the floor with some girl. I was propped up on my elbow and she was like laying with her arm under the little girl's neck and the little girl was talking about how she's almost died like 17 times already. Then Cuddy started freaking out and her eyes rolled back into her head and fell back straight again and they were clouded red with blood and she couldn't move. So I ran upstairs screaming for a doctor (my grandma's house was totally a hospital even though it looked like her real house still), and all of them were too afraid to work on her. Not because of her illness, w/e it was, but because she's like a big deal, you know? So then I look down the stairs and the little girl is gone and there are TWO Cuddys now. Both wearing black dresses, laying on their backs with the fucked up eyes. So I am just freaking out and crying because no one can help her and there's nothing I could do. Then apparantly I got them to go down there and get her. I looked down the hall into my grandma's blue bedroom and they are working on her. There's lots of blood. And it looks like they're doing a Caeserian section, and then I know they are because all of the sudden there's this baby. Then I started screaming about how there was still another one of her down there that needed attention and it can't possibly be okay because she was just left there on the wood floor for so long like that. And then I look back in the bedroom, and she had been amputated like, mid-calf in both legs, and there was another like, break in her legs just above the knee. And there was still SO. MUCH. BLOOD everywhere. And THEN I theorized that only 'clones'/'alien bounty hunters' could get that illness and that those weren't even the real Cuddys anyway, which would explain a lot, including why that little girl almost died 17 times. But it was so sad and I was screaming and crying because no one would help her at first.
Then I dreamt that Helen Mirren was someone's aunt and she was like, driving to pick them up from dance or school or something. And she was wearing sunglasses and Ali was obsessed with her so I had to take like 5 pictures because they kept not being perfect lol. Then I was in dance and D was there and we were practicing walking. But it wasn't the dance walk we sometimes practiced, it was like, model-walking. And I was in a black leotard and pink tights cut off just below my knees and a floral skirt wrap thing and high heels. And I like did it, and then they made me do it again. wth.