Wicked Scary Dream
I had a dream last night, that was wicked weird, and wicked scary, at least for me. The rest of you may get a good chuckle at the COMPLETE fucked-up'ness of it. I mean really, it was fucked up in a disturbing way. So very, very fucked up. You have been warned.
I choose to call this dream a "Sliders" type dream because the world is like ours, but has something out of whack that makes it clear it's an alternate dimension. In this case, what made it fucked up was the means by which people carried their shit when traveling. God I can't believe I'm typing this... it's so messed up it shouldn't be put into type. But for GOD knows what reason, for small carry on kinda shit going on planes, instead of carrying on a bag, people would have the stuff surgically implanted in a cavity in their stomach (It makes no sense to me either). Maybe it was to conserve space? Maybe it was so no one could bring dangerous shit on board? Maybe it was so small valuables couldn't be stolen? Or maybe I just have a fucked up brain. I choose last option.
So yeah, in my dream, Mom Jere and I were going to travel. And we had to have the small stuff implanted. So we lay down on these operating tables with out stomachs exposed. And this doctor comes out with this HUGE fucking pair of scissors. Jere and Mom are just like, "Whatever". It was normal routine. I was freaking the FUCK out. Screaming, "No! No! It's okay! I don't wanna go anywhere! I change my mind I won't take anything! Fuck! Stop it! No!" And the doctor cuts my stomach wide open, no anesthesia or anything. I'm sitting there gaping and freaking out when he hands me a form to document what items I'll be implanting.
That's when THANKFULLY I wake up. But I was completely doubled over from this excruciating phantom pain in my stomach. After a minute or so when my conciousness kicked in the pain subsided. I was awake for a good long while after that still freaked out. Eventually I fell back asleep.
Woke up this morning feeling like shit though. I'm sure I didn't sleep too well the rest of the night. According to Jere I was wimpering in my sleep last night. T.T
Yeah, bad dreams suck.
I choose to call this dream a "Sliders" type dream because the world is like ours, but has something out of whack that makes it clear it's an alternate dimension. In this case, what made it fucked up was the means by which people carried their shit when traveling. God I can't believe I'm typing this... it's so messed up it shouldn't be put into type. But for GOD knows what reason, for small carry on kinda shit going on planes, instead of carrying on a bag, people would have the stuff surgically implanted in a cavity in their stomach (It makes no sense to me either). Maybe it was to conserve space? Maybe it was so no one could bring dangerous shit on board? Maybe it was so small valuables couldn't be stolen? Or maybe I just have a fucked up brain. I choose last option.
So yeah, in my dream, Mom Jere and I were going to travel. And we had to have the small stuff implanted. So we lay down on these operating tables with out stomachs exposed. And this doctor comes out with this HUGE fucking pair of scissors. Jere and Mom are just like, "Whatever". It was normal routine. I was freaking the FUCK out. Screaming, "No! No! It's okay! I don't wanna go anywhere! I change my mind I won't take anything! Fuck! Stop it! No!" And the doctor cuts my stomach wide open, no anesthesia or anything. I'm sitting there gaping and freaking out when he hands me a form to document what items I'll be implanting.
That's when THANKFULLY I wake up. But I was completely doubled over from this excruciating phantom pain in my stomach. After a minute or so when my conciousness kicked in the pain subsided. I was awake for a good long while after that still freaked out. Eventually I fell back asleep.
Woke up this morning feeling like shit though. I'm sure I didn't sleep too well the rest of the night. According to Jere I was wimpering in my sleep last night. T.T
Yeah, bad dreams suck.