My side has hurt all day....
I had this fucking creepy
dream about three weeks ago.
And last night I had it again.
And the night before last also.
There have only been a few times in my life where I have had the same dream
twice, much less three times.
I think I'm going to die
(well not really
In the dream, just above my left hip
, I had some injury that I knew was weird, and somehow I picked at it or something...
And it (the injury) is shaped like an ice cube
kinda, like the ones that are rounded sort of the side, or like one of the popsicle
things little kids make on their own.
Only the shape on the outside just looks square-ish, the popsicle is going down into me, like I'm the ice cube tray
And first I pulled out this top layer and it was like gelatin
, pretty much clear and slimey, like the Lychees
you get at an Asian Market
And then I dug around (yeah, in my side) and got out the rest of it which was like hard resin
And it was a pretty deep hole
in my side and it was sore,
not really painful, but it hurt, and it just kinda filled up really bright red... I think liquid, it wasn't a solid I knew that, but it didn't drip or bleed or anything.
And I was extremely concerned about this because I had no idea what was wrong, and this was a pretty nasty
"problem" I had going on.
So I am walking around with these two piece of stuff that came from my side in my hand, and I show my mom
and I'm tell her something like: "Um... don't you think
I should go to hospital
? This seems kinda bad to me...."
But I'm real unconcerned and sort of shy
about asking her, like I don't want to piss her off by asking a stupid question
(My mom has high-standards. Go Figure.)
And she looked at me like I was dumb and said not to worry about it, it was nothing, I was overreacting.
And then somehow I was in the passenger seat of a car with some friends, and someone I'd never seen before but I think he was supposed to be an uncle
I was still hurting, bad.
I couldn't buckle my seatbelt
, and I wanted to go to a doctor, because I knew that if a doctor saw they would freak out, because it was something bad.
But nobody around me seemed to be that concerned, and I wasn't even THAT flipped out... I was very detached... my head was nervously spinning about what I was going to do, but I certainly never went into a panic
So we're driving along, and I'm just kind of saying...
"uh... hey guys... um... I think this is bad.... don't you think maybe we should swing by the emergency room.... yeah it hurts and stuff....."
But nobody really pays attention
For some reason we are in the car going to a museum, but we're stuck in traffic on this HUGE highway, and I'm still holding the parts from my side, and trying to figure out a way to get to a hospital.
We come up on the exit to the hospital, and I close my eyes and pray that my best friend, who is driving, will get off on that ramp...
But slowly the ramp slides by...
And then I don't know what to do
That spot on my side has felt weird all day.
Thank god I don't own one of those "What Do Your Dreams Mean?" books.