Very strange dream indeed, perhaps due to the fall I took yesterday evening.
Something happened to me I cannot recall what it was but it was bad and it hurt. Jimmy (a friend) was there so to keep him from seeing me hurt, I ignored the pain. Finally it was too much, and I looked at my arm
, and the bone
was broken hanging by a very thin string. Now this was not my arm bone, this was like a kneecap bone in my arm. I wiped away the blood
from the many cuts and went on. Jimmy said, "We gotta get you to the hospital, or else you'll die. Next scene airport
, in large 747
says "Ladies and gentleman the flight
'blah blah' and our destination is the Houston
hospital." I remember that the pilot could not fly well, and his explanation was because he'd never flown to Houston before.
And that's really all I remember.
Some of this shit just comes way outa left field.