Bad dreams...bad! No melatonin!
Jan. 11th, 2004 12:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
brightrosefoxYes indeed. Must have been because the bed was empty all night with Adam downstairs fixing the poor computer. Also I'd been watching "Behind the Music, Britney Spears" right before bed and had drunk a full mug of cinnamon vanilla nutmeg coffee a few hours earlier.
The first one had been about Britney Spears, at least near the end. I was in a small town that was filming a little documentary about her. I was with this family and we kept going into this tiny deli area that was really seedy. I kept ordering the same thing. It was snowing outside and there were literally feet upon feet of it. Near the end, this teenage girl reporting on the documentary who seemed to be a friend of Spears was watching the pop star trying to walk over an icy log into a snowbank--and disappeared underneath. After much digging, it was revealed that Britney Spears was dead. I remember ending the dream thinking, Gee, I guess we'll never hear her music again. She wasn't even 25. I don't know why I thought that was a bad thing. Maybe because the TV show I was watching cast her in a sympathetic light. I still say she has no clue that what she does freaks and angers everyone out because she thinks she's being cute and innocent and then wonders why people want to rape and kill her. Anyway!
The second nightmare was closer to home. I could hear Adam and his father downstairs talking and eating pizza, and then I heard his dad's voice calling 911 for an ambulance, saying "My son just fell ill" so I ran downstairs and for some reason the whole downstairs was actually outdoors, a green field, where the ambulance was. I looked up the stairs and saw Adam coming down, looking very sweaty and green and yellow and blue(?!) and I touched his hand and said I'd meet him at the hospital and he said he'd been waiting for me, he'd wanted me with him. So at the hospital I was chatting with jovial doctors near a CATscan and we discovered in his stomach this mass of things that looked like Captain Crunch cereal pieces. I asked if they were eggs, and the doctors said yes, they were night screamer eggs. "You know, those black things with no eyes that look like mini fighter jets and fly screaming at you." I nodded enthusiastically and said "Oh, god, I hate those! How will you get them out?" They said they'd attached catheters and would induce flushing of the intenstines, since surgery wouldn't be necessary; he'd be just fine if a little sore and certainly cleaned out. The night screamer eggs, even though dead once in the host body, would continue to feed off the host, making the host lose fat and all the icky stuff in the body but if left much longer than a couple weeks, would try to eat the host from the inside (ew) because all that would be left would be healthy stuff. Night screamers don't usually lay eggs in humans since the eggs never hatch, but this must have been a fluke because the eggs had been hiding in the pizza Adam had been eating in the dream.
The doctors said that the purging would actually clean out every bit of crap and clogged artery. It would absorb excess fat and blood waste, thereby revving up the metabolism so he'd automatically burn fat and keep muscle. It would detoxify his blood and digestive system and actually make him tons healthier because the eggs absorbed non-nutritional crappy substance from the host body, even though they were dead and would never hatch. The dream ended with me sitting on Adam's hospital bed chatting with him and he was glowing with health and he looked really happy.
Maybe the dream had happened because I know how lactose intolerant he is and I remembered that one night where he came back from the bathroom sweaty, greenish and yellow with very very bad stomach pains like my dad sometimes gets (severe milk allergy!). He was fine after I held him and kissed him to sleep, but that must have been where such a strange dream came from.
So the second dream wasn't much of a nightmare, but wow what a great idea for a science fiction story! A parasite that makes you violently sick by itself until it starts killing you slowly but quickly absorbs everything bad in your system so that when it's forced out it takes all the bad crap with it. Better than tapeworms, really.
I'm so creative in my sleep. Proves I still have the gift. Now if it would just came back at full force like it used to, I'd be famous already and you'd all have autographed books and a big house to party in. No, really, that's what I'd do if I had the money.
The first one had been about Britney Spears, at least near the end. I was in a small town that was filming a little documentary about her. I was with this family and we kept going into this tiny deli area that was really seedy. I kept ordering the same thing. It was snowing outside and there were literally feet upon feet of it. Near the end, this teenage girl reporting on the documentary who seemed to be a friend of Spears was watching the pop star trying to walk over an icy log into a snowbank--and disappeared underneath. After much digging, it was revealed that Britney Spears was dead. I remember ending the dream thinking, Gee, I guess we'll never hear her music again. She wasn't even 25. I don't know why I thought that was a bad thing. Maybe because the TV show I was watching cast her in a sympathetic light. I still say she has no clue that what she does freaks and angers everyone out because she thinks she's being cute and innocent and then wonders why people want to rape and kill her. Anyway!
The second nightmare was closer to home. I could hear Adam and his father downstairs talking and eating pizza, and then I heard his dad's voice calling 911 for an ambulance, saying "My son just fell ill" so I ran downstairs and for some reason the whole downstairs was actually outdoors, a green field, where the ambulance was. I looked up the stairs and saw Adam coming down, looking very sweaty and green and yellow and blue(?!) and I touched his hand and said I'd meet him at the hospital and he said he'd been waiting for me, he'd wanted me with him. So at the hospital I was chatting with jovial doctors near a CATscan and we discovered in his stomach this mass of things that looked like Captain Crunch cereal pieces. I asked if they were eggs, and the doctors said yes, they were night screamer eggs. "You know, those black things with no eyes that look like mini fighter jets and fly screaming at you." I nodded enthusiastically and said "Oh, god, I hate those! How will you get them out?" They said they'd attached catheters and would induce flushing of the intenstines, since surgery wouldn't be necessary; he'd be just fine if a little sore and certainly cleaned out. The night screamer eggs, even though dead once in the host body, would continue to feed off the host, making the host lose fat and all the icky stuff in the body but if left much longer than a couple weeks, would try to eat the host from the inside (ew) because all that would be left would be healthy stuff. Night screamers don't usually lay eggs in humans since the eggs never hatch, but this must have been a fluke because the eggs had been hiding in the pizza Adam had been eating in the dream.
The doctors said that the purging would actually clean out every bit of crap and clogged artery. It would absorb excess fat and blood waste, thereby revving up the metabolism so he'd automatically burn fat and keep muscle. It would detoxify his blood and digestive system and actually make him tons healthier because the eggs absorbed non-nutritional crappy substance from the host body, even though they were dead and would never hatch. The dream ended with me sitting on Adam's hospital bed chatting with him and he was glowing with health and he looked really happy.
Maybe the dream had happened because I know how lactose intolerant he is and I remembered that one night where he came back from the bathroom sweaty, greenish and yellow with very very bad stomach pains like my dad sometimes gets (severe milk allergy!). He was fine after I held him and kissed him to sleep, but that must have been where such a strange dream came from.
So the second dream wasn't much of a nightmare, but wow what a great idea for a science fiction story! A parasite that makes you violently sick by itself until it starts killing you slowly but quickly absorbs everything bad in your system so that when it's forced out it takes all the bad crap with it. Better than tapeworms, really.
I'm so creative in my sleep. Proves I still have the gift. Now if it would just came back at full force like it used to, I'd be famous already and you'd all have autographed books and a big house to party in. No, really, that's what I'd do if I had the money.
