Holy hell, possums. I have been having some very vivid dreams lately. And let me tell you, they aren’t nightmares, but they are pretty close. In addition, may I just add that when I took the damn malaria pills in India, that were supposed to bless me with vivid dreams, i didn’t dream shit. No Colin Firth in a loincloth at my bedside. Zip. NOTHING.
Last night I had a horrible dream. I dreamt that one of my friends was killed in a car accident on her way to visit me. I mean, it was SURREAL. And the fucking dream went ON and ON and ON. From flying to the funeral with a group of friends, to meeting the parents I never met (ever) and on and on. To griving and crying. All included. Very vivid.
This is not fun at all. I woke up rather bewildered and not pleased that my system would come up with such a shit dream. Awful.
Sure hope that’s a joke.
For example, another SHIT dream I had a few weeks back was that Lani had a cut on her right ear. And you know dogs, every time she’d shake her head, it would be messy and the vet in the dream said “If you can’t get her to stop shaking her head, we might have to amputate the ear.”
Last week Lani suddenly presented with a swollen area on her ear that felt like a cyst/water bubble. Went to vet, who was all “Yeah, that’s a leaking vessel in there” and basically no infection. She nicked it, LITERALLY, with a needle and clear fluid came out and that was that. Not exactly a CUT, but SHIT. No fun. Even Englishman was all “dude, odd dream” cause I told him about the first one when I had it.
On that note, unrelated, the bubble is back and I decided that I will not pay $53 for my vet to spray some disinfectant on it and prick it with a needle. I’ll do it myself. Nurse friend is bringing one time use needle…..naturally if it returns AGAIN after this treatment, I will go back to vet.
Anyway. SHIT dream. AWFUL. AWFUL.