Oh yeah, dream diary
Friday night I took a tumble, as in face planted into a sewer grate, and banged up my left hand and knee a little bit. This is pure speculation, but yesterday my left thigh hurt like a mutha and I'm not sure if it's because of The Accident but it definitely feels like I pulled a muscle.
So this is all context for yet another speculation for the root cause of my dream last night. I was walking around this house that I think was supposed to be some sort of day care facility. I had to go to the bathroom but while I was in there the toilet next to me started leaking water. I rushed to finish but I take a long time to pee, and by then the ceiling and walls were leaking water as well. I opened the door into a maze of corridors and tried to find another bathroom. I ended up in what I can only guess was a principal's suite, because it looked like an apartment rather than part of the day care facility. I heard someone stir so I quit opening doors in search of a bathroom and tiptoed out as fast as I could while still being quiet.
I can't remember how the dream transitioned from there, but I found myself in a car with someone next to me, and I looked down at my exposed left thigh and the flesh was rotting away. "Rotting" is probably not the best word, because it actually looked clean, almost edible, like cubes of raw fish sitting in a bowl with slightly frayed blood-red edges. I watched in a fascinated horror as the bowl spread wider across my thigh and my muscle became bubbling chunks of raw flesh-cubes.
Again I don't remember the transition but at the next point I remember walking and glancing down to see bruises where the flesh bowl was. Then I would shift perspective and the wound was back.
So this is all context for yet another speculation for the root cause of my dream last night. I was walking around this house that I think was supposed to be some sort of day care facility. I had to go to the bathroom but while I was in there the toilet next to me started leaking water. I rushed to finish but I take a long time to pee, and by then the ceiling and walls were leaking water as well. I opened the door into a maze of corridors and tried to find another bathroom. I ended up in what I can only guess was a principal's suite, because it looked like an apartment rather than part of the day care facility. I heard someone stir so I quit opening doors in search of a bathroom and tiptoed out as fast as I could while still being quiet.
I can't remember how the dream transitioned from there, but I found myself in a car with someone next to me, and I looked down at my exposed left thigh and the flesh was rotting away. "Rotting" is probably not the best word, because it actually looked clean, almost edible, like cubes of raw fish sitting in a bowl with slightly frayed blood-red edges. I watched in a fascinated horror as the bowl spread wider across my thigh and my muscle became bubbling chunks of raw flesh-cubes.
Again I don't remember the transition but at the next point I remember walking and glancing down to see bruises where the flesh bowl was. Then I would shift perspective and the wound was back.