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In my dream, I was in some sort of community hall or event center, surrounded by a lot of people. Everyone took turns parading down a long aisle. I remember not knowing what was going on, a feeling of complete befuddlement, just before I was pushed out to take the long walk. People kept cheering so I must have done okay, whatever it was I was doing.
Afterwards, the crowd broke off into smaller groups. I seemed to know all the people I ended up with, but I didn't really recognize them. We talked for a few minutes, and then I felt a stitch in my left side, so I looked down and a rib protruded out of my skin. There wasn't much blood, but enough to produce a red stain on my shirt. It didn't really hurt, though I knew it should have. The rib was curved outward, which I remember thinking strange, like it had somehow flipped upside down. I beckoned one of my group, a really large man with a beard, over and pointed to the wound.
"Oh, ouch," he said.
"Should this be there?" I said.
"No, come on. Let's get that taken care of."
He patted me on the shoulder and led me to what I guess was an infirmary. There were people with similar injuries as mine all over the place. No one was crying or wailing. In fact, they all looked very jovial and happy, like these massive wounds were just part of everyday life. Everyone who saw me clapped. I waved back. My protruding rib jostled and bled a little more. The big bearded man found an open gurney and literally picked me up and put me on it.
"Brace yourself," he said.
I opened my mouth to ask where the doctor was, but the guy put a finger to his lips and shushed me. I nodded. He put one hand on my stomach and grabbed the rib with the other. At first I thought he was going to shove it back into place, but then he yanked and tore it right out of me. He tossed it aside. The injury still didn't hurt.
"All better," he said. He sounded pleased.
I looked down at myself and there was no blood, no tear in my shirt. I could see the dent where the rib used to be. Around me, the clapping increased. The doctor finally arrived. She gave me a prescription for percocet.
"But it doesn't hurt," I said.
"Take them anyway," the doctor said, giving me a wink. "Everyone has to take their medicine."
I said I would, then left the infirmary area with my bearded friend. We went back to our group, where they were all playing poker. We joined the game for a while, until I noticed a bunch of aquariums off to the side of the big room. I put my cards down, went over there and looked into one of them. It wasn't an aquarium, more like a terrarium. Inside, there was a huge spider. Half of its body looked like it was spun web. It looked at me looking at it. It smiled. I took a percocet.
Yeah. So. That was kind of odd, right?
In my dream, I was in some sort of community hall or event center, surrounded by a lot of people. Everyone took turns parading down a long aisle. I remember not knowing what was going on, a feeling of complete befuddlement, just before I was pushed out to take the long walk. People kept cheering so I must have done okay, whatever it was I was doing.
Afterwards, the crowd broke off into smaller groups. I seemed to know all the people I ended up with, but I didn't really recognize them. We talked for a few minutes, and then I felt a stitch in my left side, so I looked down and a rib protruded out of my skin. There wasn't much blood, but enough to produce a red stain on my shirt. It didn't really hurt, though I knew it should have. The rib was curved outward, which I remember thinking strange, like it had somehow flipped upside down. I beckoned one of my group, a really large man with a beard, over and pointed to the wound.
"Oh, ouch," he said.
"Should this be there?" I said.
"No, come on. Let's get that taken care of."
He patted me on the shoulder and led me to what I guess was an infirmary. There were people with similar injuries as mine all over the place. No one was crying or wailing. In fact, they all looked very jovial and happy, like these massive wounds were just part of everyday life. Everyone who saw me clapped. I waved back. My protruding rib jostled and bled a little more. The big bearded man found an open gurney and literally picked me up and put me on it.
"Brace yourself," he said.
I opened my mouth to ask where the doctor was, but the guy put a finger to his lips and shushed me. I nodded. He put one hand on my stomach and grabbed the rib with the other. At first I thought he was going to shove it back into place, but then he yanked and tore it right out of me. He tossed it aside. The injury still didn't hurt.
"All better," he said. He sounded pleased.
I looked down at myself and there was no blood, no tear in my shirt. I could see the dent where the rib used to be. Around me, the clapping increased. The doctor finally arrived. She gave me a prescription for percocet.
"But it doesn't hurt," I said.
"Take them anyway," the doctor said, giving me a wink. "Everyone has to take their medicine."
I said I would, then left the infirmary area with my bearded friend. We went back to our group, where they were all playing poker. We joined the game for a while, until I noticed a bunch of aquariums off to the side of the big room. I put my cards down, went over there and looked into one of them. It wasn't an aquarium, more like a terrarium. Inside, there was a huge spider. Half of its body looked like it was spun web. It looked at me looking at it. It smiled. I took a percocet.
Yeah. So. That was kind of odd, right?
