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.
2 comments:
That's intense, it sure sounds like something I would dream about. I'm assuming you woke up before the ambulance arrived. If I ever dreamed of something like that I would always try to fall asleep right away to see the conclusion of the dream. However, mine are always twisted and morbid nightmares. Like for example, I'm on the frontlines in World War III holding a bell tower in the center of a village with a bolt-action rifle, cowering in the corner as my comrades are dying off left and right. Its stupid though, you think I would've been happy to wake up and escape the terror, but I'm too damn curious and want to know more. I always wake up terrified then thinking, whoa this would be a great idea for a movie.
But to get back on topic I think that this dream is trying to tell you something. That fact that she was cut in the stomach, you thought of Saving Private Ryan, and you kept on saying "Everything will be alright" and "You'll be fine, trust me" I think that this dream is trying to tell you to finish 10.23. =)
Wow, I wish I had dreams like that. No, wait, I take that back. I much prefer dreams where I get to hang out with the Dallas Cowboys Cowgirls over dreams where one of my best friends dies in front of my eyes. It is really intense and emotional, however. I think Jarvis was very right in saying that the dream would make a good movie (or a short story). The thing about having a very good imagination is that sometimes it gets set loose on you in your dreams, and you end up dreaming about something that seems so powerful and so real that when you wake up, you wonder if NOW you're dreaming...and if the dream itself had been reality.
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