Dentists, piercings and goat monkeys?
Jun. 12th, 2008 04:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hoveringsombreroMisplaced sleep leads to weirder dreams.
Attempted to go to sleep at the very sensible hour of 1am, slept very well for two hours and abruptly woke up, pretended to be asleep, occasionally drifting briefly off till 5am, when J's alarm went off an hour early, went and questioned him about this, he realised it was wrong, and he went back to sleep. I was till awake when it went off, proper, at 6. Got back up, gave him a soda, talked to him a bit, and finally managed to fall asleep a while after he left.
So, the dream. I dreamed my mother had taken me to the dentist and I had to have some sort of oral surgery done. I was quite terrified, but submitted to a general anaesthesia shot, which for some reason was given, in my belly, through my shirt. I remember wondering, in dream, if that ruined the sterile nature of the thing. But then I was nearly out, and vaguely aware of a local anaesthesia shot in my gums.
Then it was all blurry and disconnected for a while, then I started to become aware of the pain, and apparently started making noises, so they gave me another shot, back to blurry. Then things cleared up and there was some pain, dentist said it was taking longer than expected, and I could go to the bathroom if I wished. So I turned to leave the chairbed to do so, stood up, and promptly passed out.
When I woke back up into the dream, I was back in the chairbed, and they had an actual hospital anaesthesia team there now, and they told me that I had reacted badly to the shot and my blood pressure had gone dangerously low (hence the passing out), and my heart had nearly stopped. So the surgery was going to be finished with IV anaesthesia. Back to blurry for a while.
Then finally waking back up in the dream after it was over, feeling awful, lots of pain, there was an ambulance team with their bed thing, and they were attempting to coax me into it to take me to the hospital and run a few tests and make sure I was alright after the whole issue with the anaesthesia. The bedthing was full off fluffy pillows. My mother and I kept asking if this was necessary and they told us it was mostly so I wouldn't drive. As I'm trying to climb up onto the crazy thing full of pillows, we're trying to convince them that I do not drive, so this isn't needed, mother will just take me home.
As we're waiting to leave, my mother writes a cheque for the bill, and while she does so she lectures me about how it took 15 minutes longer than the expected 3 hours so she has to pay more, like it's my fault I passed out, etc. We're sitting in waiting room chairs, I don't remember getting off the bedthing but it's sitting there beside us, and the outside office appears to be in a department store, like the little salons they sometimes have.
While we're sitting there mother asks me if I'll be up to going out with her and brother the following day as she's taking him to get a piercing, this is quite startling coming from my mother, I say that I very much would like to come with, if I'm feeling up to it. While we're discussing this, the dentist walks up and informs us that he also does piercings. Mother hands him one of his business cards for him to write on the back of it where he does the piercing. He gestures to this wooden crate on its side that's between the chairs serving as an end table, and tells us there's a flyer in it. I look inside, and there's many business cards and flyers in stacks and he says "You'll see it, it's the shiny one." Sure enough, one stack started glowing, so I grabbed one off the stack and handed it to mother.
I get back home somehow, and it's a woody, hilly apartment complex, sorta weimarish, but nowhere I'd ever seen before. Of course in the dream it was totally familiar. I approach the apartment door and see through the window on the door (I've never lived anywhere with a window in the front door), that he's sitting on our blue and black sectional couch (never had one of those either), shoved up against the door, watching a tv he's placed in the corner where the couch was. I try to get his attention to open the door, he sees me, starts moving it ....
And suddenly I'm walking through the complex to home, as if time skipped back about 5 minutes. Same pretty foresty place, and there's odd goat/monkey things all over the place, playing and throwing sticks and leaves about, they scare me a bit, I don't know what they are, I'm anxious to get inside my home. I approach the apartment door again, upstairs this time but otherwise the same, and enter, and J shows me how he's rearranged it so things are similar but couch is no longer blocking the door. I tell him about the dental surgery, he sits me down, gets me some water for some of the pills I was given, asks me what he can get me, if I can eat, etc. Conversation continues a bit, I say that I think I just want to sleep.
And suddenly I'm in my room, puttering around, putting books in a shelf, three walls have high windows in them, the sort that you turn a crank and they tilt out at the top and in at the bottom, I keep trying to close them, and they keep being open. The light in my room starts flickering and pulsing like its thinking about burning out. I cuss at it and tell it to quit it, walk out in the livingroom to tell J, he comes in and the light is behaving normally, we both go back out to livingroom for a bit, then I return to my room.
AND ONE OF THOSE CRAZY GOAT MONKEY CREATURES IS IN MY ROOM, strange faces, like they're wearing red and black african carved mask things. It hops about all crazy, and I shoo at it, and it hops out a window. I run to the window and look, and it hops down the two storeys just fine, without hurting itself. Then I see how they're getting up, they hop up other open windows.
So now it's a fight to keep the windows closed to keep the crazy hopping goat monkeys out, suddenly someone is in the room with me, I know in the dream it's a friend, but I don't know who it is, or even remember now if it was male or female. The damn goat monkeys keep hopping in through the windows, and we keep shooing them out. We're trying to devise some method of sealing the windows closed...
and I wake up.
Attempted to go to sleep at the very sensible hour of 1am, slept very well for two hours and abruptly woke up, pretended to be asleep, occasionally drifting briefly off till 5am, when J's alarm went off an hour early, went and questioned him about this, he realised it was wrong, and he went back to sleep. I was till awake when it went off, proper, at 6. Got back up, gave him a soda, talked to him a bit, and finally managed to fall asleep a while after he left.
So, the dream. I dreamed my mother had taken me to the dentist and I had to have some sort of oral surgery done. I was quite terrified, but submitted to a general anaesthesia shot, which for some reason was given, in my belly, through my shirt. I remember wondering, in dream, if that ruined the sterile nature of the thing. But then I was nearly out, and vaguely aware of a local anaesthesia shot in my gums.
Then it was all blurry and disconnected for a while, then I started to become aware of the pain, and apparently started making noises, so they gave me another shot, back to blurry. Then things cleared up and there was some pain, dentist said it was taking longer than expected, and I could go to the bathroom if I wished. So I turned to leave the chairbed to do so, stood up, and promptly passed out.
When I woke back up into the dream, I was back in the chairbed, and they had an actual hospital anaesthesia team there now, and they told me that I had reacted badly to the shot and my blood pressure had gone dangerously low (hence the passing out), and my heart had nearly stopped. So the surgery was going to be finished with IV anaesthesia. Back to blurry for a while.
Then finally waking back up in the dream after it was over, feeling awful, lots of pain, there was an ambulance team with their bed thing, and they were attempting to coax me into it to take me to the hospital and run a few tests and make sure I was alright after the whole issue with the anaesthesia. The bedthing was full off fluffy pillows. My mother and I kept asking if this was necessary and they told us it was mostly so I wouldn't drive. As I'm trying to climb up onto the crazy thing full of pillows, we're trying to convince them that I do not drive, so this isn't needed, mother will just take me home.
As we're waiting to leave, my mother writes a cheque for the bill, and while she does so she lectures me about how it took 15 minutes longer than the expected 3 hours so she has to pay more, like it's my fault I passed out, etc. We're sitting in waiting room chairs, I don't remember getting off the bedthing but it's sitting there beside us, and the outside office appears to be in a department store, like the little salons they sometimes have.
While we're sitting there mother asks me if I'll be up to going out with her and brother the following day as she's taking him to get a piercing, this is quite startling coming from my mother, I say that I very much would like to come with, if I'm feeling up to it. While we're discussing this, the dentist walks up and informs us that he also does piercings. Mother hands him one of his business cards for him to write on the back of it where he does the piercing. He gestures to this wooden crate on its side that's between the chairs serving as an end table, and tells us there's a flyer in it. I look inside, and there's many business cards and flyers in stacks and he says "You'll see it, it's the shiny one." Sure enough, one stack started glowing, so I grabbed one off the stack and handed it to mother.
I get back home somehow, and it's a woody, hilly apartment complex, sorta weimarish, but nowhere I'd ever seen before. Of course in the dream it was totally familiar. I approach the apartment door and see through the window on the door (I've never lived anywhere with a window in the front door), that he's sitting on our blue and black sectional couch (never had one of those either), shoved up against the door, watching a tv he's placed in the corner where the couch was. I try to get his attention to open the door, he sees me, starts moving it ....
And suddenly I'm walking through the complex to home, as if time skipped back about 5 minutes. Same pretty foresty place, and there's odd goat/monkey things all over the place, playing and throwing sticks and leaves about, they scare me a bit, I don't know what they are, I'm anxious to get inside my home. I approach the apartment door again, upstairs this time but otherwise the same, and enter, and J shows me how he's rearranged it so things are similar but couch is no longer blocking the door. I tell him about the dental surgery, he sits me down, gets me some water for some of the pills I was given, asks me what he can get me, if I can eat, etc. Conversation continues a bit, I say that I think I just want to sleep.
And suddenly I'm in my room, puttering around, putting books in a shelf, three walls have high windows in them, the sort that you turn a crank and they tilt out at the top and in at the bottom, I keep trying to close them, and they keep being open. The light in my room starts flickering and pulsing like its thinking about burning out. I cuss at it and tell it to quit it, walk out in the livingroom to tell J, he comes in and the light is behaving normally, we both go back out to livingroom for a bit, then I return to my room.
AND ONE OF THOSE CRAZY GOAT MONKEY CREATURES IS IN MY ROOM, strange faces, like they're wearing red and black african carved mask things. It hops about all crazy, and I shoo at it, and it hops out a window. I run to the window and look, and it hops down the two storeys just fine, without hurting itself. Then I see how they're getting up, they hop up other open windows.
So now it's a fight to keep the windows closed to keep the crazy hopping goat monkeys out, suddenly someone is in the room with me, I know in the dream it's a friend, but I don't know who it is, or even remember now if it was male or female. The damn goat monkeys keep hopping in through the windows, and we keep shooing them out. We're trying to devise some method of sealing the windows closed...
and I wake up.
