dreams
Tuesday, August 19

in a dorm room with e. these dorms are unfamiliar, and there is lots of activity in the halls. all the doors are open, and the atmosphere is very social.
someone pulls me away from my room, and i am occupied for a while. when i return to my room, DM is making advances on e.

anger fills me. i find my blade that mike bought me for my birthday, flick it open, and throw myself on DM, screaming.

DM flings up his arms, yelling, "hey, hey, HEY! what are you doing, you @%$#@%!!"

i stab and stab and stab. there is a bloody mess, and i don't know if DM is alive. e is crying.

dreamshift

i am in an operating room. the patient, a young teenager, lies on the table in front of me. her parents and brother stand beside me.

"let's see what is causing her abdominal pain," i say. i make a large horizontal incision. the stench physically throws us back.

the dad reaches in, and starts tying sutures.

"hey," i yell, "what do you think you are doing?" i push him back, and look closer. there was a large perforation in her small intestine, and the dad was attempting to repair it. he pushed forward again, and again, i pushed him back. "STOP! STOP, i said!" i sat back on a stool. "wait a minute, wait just a minute!" (for the first time in my dream, i realize i am a woman in this portion)

"how did you know there was a perfortation there?" i asked. "WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?"

i get a senior attending to take care of the child, and escort the parents out for investigation.

the story unfolds:
i see a scattering of photographs. each showing the family together, happy, smiling, having fun. somehow, i understand that the girl is mentally retarded, although she looks perfectly normal. there are pictures of the family playing at parks, at home, having a bbq, on a row boat, playing with a dog...

the pictures start to change, and i see the same photographs, but with the dog muzzling the children. then i see that the dog is not muzzling, but actually attacking the children.

different photos, this time. photos of the parents training the dog to attack. to attack objects that look similar to children's limbs.

i look with horror, as the images before me and the recent images of the loving, kind parents clash and do battle.

dreamshift

i am in the bushes at the side of a house. carrying a painball gun in my hands. crouched low. it's hot, and sweat streams along my arms and the inside of my thighs. a bead goes into my eyes.

slowly, i move, hunting for my target. i make a burst for a clump of trees and am rewarded with a barrage of fire above my head. i am unhit, and they have given away their position. i am confident. very sure of my abilities. there is no doubt in my mind that i will win this encounter. i sidestep and let a volley loose on his head. when fire counters, i realize that there are two of them, but it doesn't affect my shot, and i slide into a different cover.

i know i've hit one of them, and he's out of paint.

"you're OUT!" i yell.

/dream





yakob at 11:19 AM

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