I had a wierd dream, today actually, the first one I can remember in a long time. About me dying in heart surgery. I'm fuzzy on a lot of the details, but I remember the weird things well. first one being that to see what was wrong the doctor stuffed a needle thing down my throat, kinda strange. the next being doing the thing with the chalk (y'know, where you scribble and you get an impression underneath?) on my chest, and getting a bunch of liney things, like some sort of language (for some reason I knew how to translate it, turn it on its side, and write english letters on the first thing that the setup makes come to mind.) And a circular impression right where my heart would be. inside, there was a jagged line where there was the wound that the surgery was for, a crack of sorts. Scene 3: I go to the doctor's house, and the surgeon is there eating with his wife in an elaborate dining room. (apparently an extremely wealthy person.) Then we, me and the surgeon, go through a disproportionately small and rough stone (though still looks very nice.) hall and down a similar flight of stairs, there is a wall in the center, white same grey stone slab floors, and a door to a white-walled, stone slabbed floor, with a minimalist altar, just plain white. No tools to be seen, but I think that the doctor carried them in a little black roll-up case. He tells me to go to sleep with these chemicals, and if something happens, and you can move or feel, whatever you do, don't move, he really enforced that. I wouldn't blame him, moving would mess up surgery pretty badly. Next, I'm lying on the altar, but somethings different, I know that I can move, and the doctor's not there, but the surgery is far from complete. So, I get up, and see my body lust lying there, a slight line in the breast, and I just walk away, out, and the doctor notices,and says, something to the extent of "Huh, you're leaving?" and I just lie down on the room-temperature floor, Randomly start floating, my chest rising up, my feet slightly above the floor, like floating in water. waiting for my surgery to be done with, and not wanting to see the rest, I start thinking about death. After a small unremembered internal debate, I decide that dying wouldn't be that bad, but that I might as well try to live. (for whatever reason, I don't remember why exactly, but this is also kinda my actual thought about it too.) A minute later, an alarm sounds, for some reason the door is open, peering inside, I see the doctor hunched over the hole in the surgery, as well as some assistants popping out behind the altar-thing, complete with saws, one does something with an IV, the other starts chopping my leg off. I go over to the doctor, look into the chest cavity, and see a bare, open, bloody, and still heart, my own, I guess. Think, "aww crap." and promptly woke up.
For some reason, I was never really scared, nervous, but once the surgery started, I wasn't that nervous any more. It was more surreal than anything. None of the places in there I've seen before. This is my first dream that I remember in about seven weeks.
For some reason, I was never really scared, nervous, but once the surgery started, I wasn't that nervous any more. It was more surreal than anything. None of the places in there I've seen before. This is my first dream that I remember in about seven weeks.