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dream
i was in my bed, in my dorm. there were 2 ppl in my room, flirting, involved in hanky panky (as my development of civilization teacher in hs would have said). they kept looking over at me to make sure i was asleep. i wanted to get up and ask, "what are you DOING? don't do this HERE," partly because i didn't want to embarass them, and mostly because i was physically unable to do so
(sorry, readers, if this is rated R for you)
dreamshift: (NK/gdoh)
i am about to deliver a baby. the mother is telling me about her experience, very calmly, etc, etc, practically educating me. i lift the sheet up and get a kick in the mouth. what the? there is a leg in front of my face.
the mother giggles, saying, "oh, i'm sorry. forgot to tell you. his leg is out." i am stunned, trying to take it all in, knowing that there is a LOT wrong with this picture. the baby should not be coming down feet first (breech), he should DEFINITELY not have just one leg out (footling), and finally, he should not be able to kick me in the face. the mother, however, was still calm, still talking to me in that soft voice, educating me.
before i could think, the baby popped out. i called out for help, and an attending rushed over. he clamped and cut the cord immediately and handed me the baby, while he turned back to NK.
i looked at the baby, and was horrifed to see something sharp, something metal sticking out of the baby's throat. i palpated the throat lightly, saw a familiar curve further up, and realized that it was a small pair of surgical scissors. i yelled out for help again. someone came and took the baby.
i was in another room of the hospital, shaken from events. a woman came up to me, and pointed to a dollar-sized ulcer in her R palm. "can you help me, young man?" i saw that there was some necrotic tissue that needed to come out, but she was someone else's patient. it would be bad protocol to just do things myself. i called for the chief on the floor.
the chief came, and started cutting the dead tissue away, but i guess she saw something, because she called her attending. he took one look at it, and started cutting deeper. he then aggressively cut longitudinally along her forearm, arm, and to her shoulder. he probed deep into the fascia and asked irritably, "whose patient is this?" dr. TK (not tim kang), someone replied.
dr. TK, famous and busy, came. deep, serious, and calm, as i expected him to be. he took one look and asked for anesthesia. when she was out, he probed deep into the fascia. white, lumpy nodules encapsulated in fascia became distinct as he worked. they were present along her entire arm. BC, who had been following dr. TK, shook his head quiety.
dr. TK went to work, dissecting the nodules out, careful to take them out intact. he even cut the chest open, to get at the nodes there. i saw the heart beating, and i thought, poor lady. she just wanted someone to clean her ulcer. didn't know that she had this far more serious problem at all. after hours of surgery, it was over.
she lay still in the bed. motionless. everyone left. i felt that she was dead. the patient next to her started screaming, "they killed her! they killed her! i saw it, they killed her!!" in a warbled voice. i looked over and flinched. her face looked like someone had cut her down the middle roughly, but when reattaching the parts, slid one half down lower by 2 inches. there were big stiches all over her face. i was ashamed that i had flinched, but this woman didn't notice at all.
the first patient had apparently regained consciousness, because she had flown from her bed, and clung to her nurses, frightened of her disfigured neighbor who was shouting such warbled, terrible words. the entire scene was too much, and i left the room.
i found dr. TK walking in the lobby of TH, leaving. i caught up with him, introduced myself, and we began to talk of theological matters.
dreamshift: western europe, a different time
i am in a simple cottage, with my wife and four children. a general feeling of contentment. i walk out of the house, up to the edge of my property, and sit on the edge of a cliff. "what is da doing?" one of my children ask. "he's gone to think," the eldest replies. "he loves the hills, you know."
i look out at the lovely hills. green all around, a slightly cool and damp mist settling amongst the trees. it was lovely.
then, i felt the presence of two beings, and i was no longer sitting on the cliff, but in the air. somehow, i had become like the two beings, and there was no need for explanation. we flew over the rolling hills, traveling a distance i would never have covered in my life as a simple family man.
the mist became darker, the trees sparse, and the ground cracked. yet in front of us was a magnificent complex, sparkling and perfect in its magnificence. we rushed towards it with purpose, and found ourselves in little garden, a surprising burst of life in a palace reeking of death. we settled on a bench that was held up by a metal chain on either side. we became invisible. the bench sagged to one side as the first of us sat down. straighted a little as the 2nd sat down. and finally righted itself as i took my seat.
out of the corner of my eye, i saw a silver, insect-like creature take off. though we were invisible, i knew that it had noted the strange movement of the bench.
a loud cacophony of noise came into the garden. the noise of armor, weapons, and mocking words of a cowardly bunch that had captured prey far more nobler than themselves. as frightening as they were, their importance became naught as i felt a terrible, weighty prescence enter the garden.
he was in black armor, from head to toe. his armor had thick razors jutting out, also black. he was simply devoid of color. nothing even shiny that might reflect color. he was an abyss. from his helmet there were horns on either side, like that of a ram, but they curved forward, following the jawline, and met in the middle, to form a single horn that came to a point.
the others, visibly afraid of their master, brought their prisoner forward. the prisoner was a simple knight, adorned in steel armor that had seen plenty of use, dull and punched-in at various spots. his sword, left mockingly at his side, was decorated with an incredible number of deep dents and nicks all alongside its length. what battles and fights this knight must have been through, i thought. the knight's head was down, and he could not even stand. he was dragged to the master of the palace.
words like a rumble, too low for me to hear, came from the helmet of the dark one. there was no audible reply from the knight. he merely lifted his head, and his eyes flashed. that flash must have been answer enough, because the dark master lunged forward in fury and gripped the knight, the horn plunging into the knight's chest. the knight was dropped, and mourning filled us three, as we sat tensely and watched. the dark one gave commands to the others, and they sped away.
the master turned to leave, but there was a brief hesitation, as though he sensed us. i was sure that he knew we were there, but i was not afraid, and i knew the others were not also. we had calm, peace, and resolve. as though our purpose was so much more, that there was no room for fear.
after he left, we transformed, and became like little sparrows. i felt a rush of surprise and the joy of flight as i stretched my wings. we flew out of the palace, and traveled again.
we came to a village, on the outskirts of the area i was familiar with. the army dispatched earlier was already there. the leader looked out and pointed at the trees lining the edge of the village. those trees, i saw, served to protect the village and its crops from a strong wind. the others laughed. somehow, huge iron balls, the diameter almost the height of men, were brought forth, and flung. the balls rolled with increasing speed, and struck the trees, which snapped like matchsticks. the men laughed and continued to throw more iron balls, as if it were a game.
i felt the rise of what, emotion? desire? resolve? SOMETHING within us, and we flew forward, toward the men.
/dream
yakob at 10:29 AM
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i was in my bed, in my dorm. there were 2 ppl in my room, flirting, involved in hanky panky (as my development of civilization teacher in hs would have said). they kept looking over at me to make sure i was asleep. i wanted to get up and ask, "what are you DOING? don't do this HERE," partly because i didn't want to embarass them, and mostly because i was physically unable to do so
(sorry, readers, if this is rated R for you)
dreamshift: (NK/gdoh)
i am about to deliver a baby. the mother is telling me about her experience, very calmly, etc, etc, practically educating me. i lift the sheet up and get a kick in the mouth. what the? there is a leg in front of my face.
the mother giggles, saying, "oh, i'm sorry. forgot to tell you. his leg is out." i am stunned, trying to take it all in, knowing that there is a LOT wrong with this picture. the baby should not be coming down feet first (breech), he should DEFINITELY not have just one leg out (footling), and finally, he should not be able to kick me in the face. the mother, however, was still calm, still talking to me in that soft voice, educating me.
before i could think, the baby popped out. i called out for help, and an attending rushed over. he clamped and cut the cord immediately and handed me the baby, while he turned back to NK.
i looked at the baby, and was horrifed to see something sharp, something metal sticking out of the baby's throat. i palpated the throat lightly, saw a familiar curve further up, and realized that it was a small pair of surgical scissors. i yelled out for help again. someone came and took the baby.
i was in another room of the hospital, shaken from events. a woman came up to me, and pointed to a dollar-sized ulcer in her R palm. "can you help me, young man?" i saw that there was some necrotic tissue that needed to come out, but she was someone else's patient. it would be bad protocol to just do things myself. i called for the chief on the floor.
the chief came, and started cutting the dead tissue away, but i guess she saw something, because she called her attending. he took one look at it, and started cutting deeper. he then aggressively cut longitudinally along her forearm, arm, and to her shoulder. he probed deep into the fascia and asked irritably, "whose patient is this?" dr. TK (not tim kang), someone replied.
dr. TK, famous and busy, came. deep, serious, and calm, as i expected him to be. he took one look and asked for anesthesia. when she was out, he probed deep into the fascia. white, lumpy nodules encapsulated in fascia became distinct as he worked. they were present along her entire arm. BC, who had been following dr. TK, shook his head quiety.
dr. TK went to work, dissecting the nodules out, careful to take them out intact. he even cut the chest open, to get at the nodes there. i saw the heart beating, and i thought, poor lady. she just wanted someone to clean her ulcer. didn't know that she had this far more serious problem at all. after hours of surgery, it was over.
she lay still in the bed. motionless. everyone left. i felt that she was dead. the patient next to her started screaming, "they killed her! they killed her! i saw it, they killed her!!" in a warbled voice. i looked over and flinched. her face looked like someone had cut her down the middle roughly, but when reattaching the parts, slid one half down lower by 2 inches. there were big stiches all over her face. i was ashamed that i had flinched, but this woman didn't notice at all.
the first patient had apparently regained consciousness, because she had flown from her bed, and clung to her nurses, frightened of her disfigured neighbor who was shouting such warbled, terrible words. the entire scene was too much, and i left the room.
i found dr. TK walking in the lobby of TH, leaving. i caught up with him, introduced myself, and we began to talk of theological matters.
dreamshift: western europe, a different time
i am in a simple cottage, with my wife and four children. a general feeling of contentment. i walk out of the house, up to the edge of my property, and sit on the edge of a cliff. "what is da doing?" one of my children ask. "he's gone to think," the eldest replies. "he loves the hills, you know."
i look out at the lovely hills. green all around, a slightly cool and damp mist settling amongst the trees. it was lovely.
then, i felt the presence of two beings, and i was no longer sitting on the cliff, but in the air. somehow, i had become like the two beings, and there was no need for explanation. we flew over the rolling hills, traveling a distance i would never have covered in my life as a simple family man.
the mist became darker, the trees sparse, and the ground cracked. yet in front of us was a magnificent complex, sparkling and perfect in its magnificence. we rushed towards it with purpose, and found ourselves in little garden, a surprising burst of life in a palace reeking of death. we settled on a bench that was held up by a metal chain on either side. we became invisible. the bench sagged to one side as the first of us sat down. straighted a little as the 2nd sat down. and finally righted itself as i took my seat.
out of the corner of my eye, i saw a silver, insect-like creature take off. though we were invisible, i knew that it had noted the strange movement of the bench.
a loud cacophony of noise came into the garden. the noise of armor, weapons, and mocking words of a cowardly bunch that had captured prey far more nobler than themselves. as frightening as they were, their importance became naught as i felt a terrible, weighty prescence enter the garden.
he was in black armor, from head to toe. his armor had thick razors jutting out, also black. he was simply devoid of color. nothing even shiny that might reflect color. he was an abyss. from his helmet there were horns on either side, like that of a ram, but they curved forward, following the jawline, and met in the middle, to form a single horn that came to a point.
the others, visibly afraid of their master, brought their prisoner forward. the prisoner was a simple knight, adorned in steel armor that had seen plenty of use, dull and punched-in at various spots. his sword, left mockingly at his side, was decorated with an incredible number of deep dents and nicks all alongside its length. what battles and fights this knight must have been through, i thought. the knight's head was down, and he could not even stand. he was dragged to the master of the palace.
words like a rumble, too low for me to hear, came from the helmet of the dark one. there was no audible reply from the knight. he merely lifted his head, and his eyes flashed. that flash must have been answer enough, because the dark master lunged forward in fury and gripped the knight, the horn plunging into the knight's chest. the knight was dropped, and mourning filled us three, as we sat tensely and watched. the dark one gave commands to the others, and they sped away.
the master turned to leave, but there was a brief hesitation, as though he sensed us. i was sure that he knew we were there, but i was not afraid, and i knew the others were not also. we had calm, peace, and resolve. as though our purpose was so much more, that there was no room for fear.
after he left, we transformed, and became like little sparrows. i felt a rush of surprise and the joy of flight as i stretched my wings. we flew out of the palace, and traveled again.
we came to a village, on the outskirts of the area i was familiar with. the army dispatched earlier was already there. the leader looked out and pointed at the trees lining the edge of the village. those trees, i saw, served to protect the village and its crops from a strong wind. the others laughed. somehow, huge iron balls, the diameter almost the height of men, were brought forth, and flung. the balls rolled with increasing speed, and struck the trees, which snapped like matchsticks. the men laughed and continued to throw more iron balls, as if it were a game.
i felt the rise of what, emotion? desire? resolve? SOMETHING within us, and we flew forward, toward the men.
/dream
yakob at 10:29 AM