So I had this crazy dream that I was out with this girl Chelsea (see above). She’s this really amazing singer/songwriter that I met through the Internet. We’ve tossed around collaboration plans, but she’s not sure what she wants and she’s head over heels for this girl right now and it basically soaks up what little spare time she had in the first place.
She’s really horrible at returning phone calls, but she’s really cool and so talented that I don’t really care that much. Since I rarely see her we’ve begun this weird/fun little thing where we kind of communicate through myspace bulletins. It’s really strange, but I dunno, it works fine I guess.
All that to say that it was weird to dream about her the other night. In the dream we were out somewhere. I’m not sure where, but it felt like a gathering similar to a BBQ or something. There were people around everywhere, but we only knew each other. We were talking about music and the new stuff we’ve been working on when all of a sudden she was nearly cut in half by an object that moved too fast for me to see.
She started bleeding like whoa from her torso. I mean, like, a side to side deep fucking gash. It was so deep that I could make out most of her internal organs. You should know that, that kind of a situation makes me want to blow chunks and then pass out.
So, I looked at the enormous wound and then back to her. She looked at me, her eyes instantly brimming with tears, “Oh my fucking god…this is it…I’m gonna die.”
I remember getting really scared, like, yes, you are probably going to die and only moments from now. It reminded me of that part in Saving Private Ryan where they’re on the beach and the one guy gets his stomach blown up and his intestines come spilling out in front of him. He just kind of whimpers and that’s all he can do cause it’s so real that it’s not. He can fucking hold his intestines in his hands and know that he’s dying.
That image was running through my head and I was so very afraid of letting her know what he knew and what I knew. I didn’t want her to be scared and she looked so sad and terrified that I wanted to cry.
But I looked at her straight faced as the chaos swirled around us and I said, “You’ll be fine. Trust me. Everything will be alright.”
She looked relieved even though she was crying and gasping for air. And I held her in my arms as we waited for an ambulance.
