I woke up this morning with a terrible headache. I took three extra-strength tylenol, called work to tell them I'm coming in late and head back to bed. I then have this dream:
The entire dream takes place in a hospital--I am there because of my headache. My friend that just had surgery is there too getting a check-up.
We're in the waiting room. I'm sitting on a chair and my friend is on a gurney curled up in pain. I am called in first and my friend protests. She complains that she is in more pain than me and she should go first. I am a little put off but I let her take my spot. Shortly after a male nurse comes out and calls some other patient. I jump up and get all shitty, yelling that it was my turn. He says oh no you gave up your spot so you have to wait. Just then the female nurse that took in my friend comes back and says she has a room for me.
She opens the door to the room and I immediately see a dead body, mostly covered with a sheet, I can just barely make out the face. It doesn't look right. I can't figure out why, something's just wrong. My attention is drawn to a counter-top where I see a pile of black skin. It's all in one piece - head and hands and feet, arms and legs. I can make this all out. The hollow head is wearing silver rimmed glasses and looking right at me. A nauseous feeling overtakes me. I'm standing next to a sink and I turn towards it like I'm going to be sick. I don't throw up but get very woozy. I start falling back, it feels like slow motion. The nurse is standing there and gently catches me. She sits me up on the floor all sloppy- legs out straight with my back against the wall leaning.
I'm laying there slumped kind of awake, kind of out of it. I can hear and see two female nurses talking and working on the dead body. I'm struggling so hard to get up but my arms and legs won't work. I try to shake my head to snap myself out of it but I can't fucking move. The nurses think I'm completely passed out but I'm not I just can't move. I can't believe how rude they are leaving me there like that. I keep struggling and fighting and finally manage to get to my feet...
and I wake up. My husband was getting dressed for work and I started telling him the dream. In the middle of telling him this I fall back to sleep -like pow gone. He repeated the last thing I said...in a "go on" manner. He didn't realize I fell asleep. I snapped back awake and finished the story. But it was like I passed out again...like in my dream.
weird fucking morning
The entire dream takes place in a hospital--I am there because of my headache. My friend that just had surgery is there too getting a check-up.
We're in the waiting room. I'm sitting on a chair and my friend is on a gurney curled up in pain. I am called in first and my friend protests. She complains that she is in more pain than me and she should go first. I am a little put off but I let her take my spot. Shortly after a male nurse comes out and calls some other patient. I jump up and get all shitty, yelling that it was my turn. He says oh no you gave up your spot so you have to wait. Just then the female nurse that took in my friend comes back and says she has a room for me.
She opens the door to the room and I immediately see a dead body, mostly covered with a sheet, I can just barely make out the face. It doesn't look right. I can't figure out why, something's just wrong. My attention is drawn to a counter-top where I see a pile of black skin. It's all in one piece - head and hands and feet, arms and legs. I can make this all out. The hollow head is wearing silver rimmed glasses and looking right at me. A nauseous feeling overtakes me. I'm standing next to a sink and I turn towards it like I'm going to be sick. I don't throw up but get very woozy. I start falling back, it feels like slow motion. The nurse is standing there and gently catches me. She sits me up on the floor all sloppy- legs out straight with my back against the wall leaning.
I'm laying there slumped kind of awake, kind of out of it. I can hear and see two female nurses talking and working on the dead body. I'm struggling so hard to get up but my arms and legs won't work. I try to shake my head to snap myself out of it but I can't fucking move. The nurses think I'm completely passed out but I'm not I just can't move. I can't believe how rude they are leaving me there like that. I keep struggling and fighting and finally manage to get to my feet...
and I wake up. My husband was getting dressed for work and I started telling him the dream. In the middle of telling him this I fall back to sleep -like pow gone. He repeated the last thing I said...in a "go on" manner. He didn't realize I fell asleep. I snapped back awake and finished the story. But it was like I passed out again...like in my dream.
weird fucking morning
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arachnequarius:
whoa - that is bizarre, yet really cool, especially since you actually remember the whole thing. i HATE dream paralysis - soooo scary. glad that yr mobil in real life.
rockzombie:
i know where Tysons Corner is but not Leesburg. your tattoos sound cool...you should post a pic or two of them! hey, have you applied to the SGVA group yet?