Thursday, August 6, 2009

They did what????

If you've read this blog for any amount of time, you've probably read at least one of my posts detailing a dream I had the night before.

If you haven't read one before, hang onto your hats...last night's was a doosey. :-)

I've actually been debating whether or not I want to post this. There's been a death in the family recently....and I can only assume that's what brought this dream on.

But, the more I thought about it, the more I realized that's what this darn blog is for. For me to tell stories...tell my dreams...tell my goals....put it all out there, because sometimes bottling it up just isn't any good for you.

So....here we go.....

In my dream I'm dying....of some disease. I don't know (or don't remember) what it was, and I wasn't actually suffering at the time of my dream. I just knew that I was going to die from it...whatever it was.

Instead of dying horribly, my doctors came up with a plan.

And for some reason.....we all went along with it.

They were going to put a hole in the top of my head....then crank my bed at an angle, so that my head was down. Then, I'd slowly drain out and die peacefully.

Oh yeah....this one was morbid!!!! :-(~

I've watched too much TV in my life.

As I'm laying there in my bed (with a hole in my head), Mot says something about how it's going to be sad in the morning.

HELLO!!!

Sad??

Just sad??

After a while, I was started to feel "funny" so I sat up.

This draining thing was for the birds!!!! I was going to live life until I couldn't do it anymore. I wasn't going to run and hide.

And then I woke up.


It was all I could do to get out of bed and go to the gym this morning. I just wanted to cuddle up to Mot, and let the day pass me by. But then, that felt too much like running and hiding....so I got up.

My workout was pretty much a waste. 2 miles on the treadmill. But.....at least I got up...right?

9 comments:

the iNDefatigable mjenks said...

I had a dream last night, too. It involved a bus. And girls. And after that, I think you can imagine what happened.

Even in my dreams, I'm a perv.

But, hole in the head and draining stuff out? Ew.

Nej said...

Yeah, I'm not normally a morbid person....but whoah nellie...sometimes my dreams scare me. :-) :-)

And, since it was a dream...the hole was just there all of a sudden...it's not like I dreamed about it getting done. :-)

I tend to dream about gross stuff sometimes....but the gross is always implied...I never actually see it. :-)

Girls on a bus, eh?

the iNDefatigable mjenks said...

Yep, girls on a bus. Apparently, I have a bus fetish.

Just writing those words made a little piece of me die on the inside.

I will have the morbid dreams, too. Normally when I'm writing. Well, writing books. Otherwise, I get a lot of just weird, random crap. And boobs. Always with the boobs.

Nej said...

Girls, buses and boobs. Which one of these things is not like the other?

Oh heck, now I've got a Sesame Street song stuck in my head. :-)

the iNDefatigable mjenks said...

Girls.

It doesn't start with B.

Jan @ Struck by Serendipity said...

omg, that is so freaky. I wonder what a dream interpreter would say about that! yikes.

Nej said...

@ Jan - they'd probably give me meds, and back away slowly. (hehe)

Employee No. 3699 said...

Uh, freaky!

When I get dreams like that they both scare and intrigue me. Like how the hell did my brain come up with that?!?

Nej said...

@ 3699 - exactly!!!!!!