The Dream
- on 05.12.12
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I had one of the weirdest dreams ever.
I apparently decided that there was something wrong inside my body. What I cannot remember, but I cut myself open. Inside me my organs were contained within a nice plastic container so I took that out. How that didn’t instantly kill me is a mystery. Apparently satisfied with my efforts I put my plastic container back inside of me and stuck my skin back together. At this point I hit a dilemma – how was I going to sew myself back up? I looked around a bit and couldn’t find a suitable suture set, so I proceeded to go look online for a hospital to go to. At some point I realized one of my arms was sticking out through the hole in my chest, so I proceeded to fix this problem. It seemed like my skin was more like a shirt because it was fairly easy to get my arm back out the right hole. I went back to my quest to find a hospital. This is the point at which I woke up. (yes I realize that I probably have some things mixed up because we are terrible at remembering our dreams)
Since this was a dream obviously nothing needs to make any sense, but one thing that I find amusing is how worried I was about sewing myself back up properly so as to avoid infection, but I wasn’t at all worried about cutting myself open in my room with zero sterilization. Another thing I realized is just how poorly designed the city’s website is for finding emergency information quickly if you’re a foreigner. For some reason I kept getting errors when trying to access the city’s website. Rather odd to be getting 404 errors in your dreams.



