I dream that my cat is with me under the bed sheets. I realize there’s also a broken glass under the sheets, I yell and shove her out, but I’m not quick enough and her paws are now bleeding and full of glass shards. I start to delicately remove them with my thumb and index finger, her meows sound like long and pathetic howls, like she’s in unbearable pain.
Tag: pain
Little Stress, Little Pain And This Happens
I dream that I’m the store working, people are crowding and I’m so fed up I start yelling and insulting them. Everybody is disappointed in me, why did I do that? I realize it must be a dream, I would never do that IRL.
I try to wake up and now I’m at my doctor. I tell her my breast hurts, she takes a syringe and extracts a green fluid from the boob, it looks like jello. Says she’ll test it for cancer, meanwhile I should go rest.
I go home and it’s Dark’s Jonas’ house. They are celebrating a birthday party, there are three Franziskas.
Wishful Thinking
I’m watching Star Wars on TV. Darth Vader is on screen, he is not wearing his armor and his flesh is red, burned and bleeding. He removes his helmet too, we see two big eyes, long eyelashes and eyebrows wincing in pain. I realize he’s actually played by Hayden Christensen, I don’t know how they convinced him to come back! Even weirder, he’s wearing a black wig that makes him look like Snape or Kylo Ren. He yells in pain and anger, and a stormtrooper runs over to help.
Now I’m watching the latest Critical Role episode. The battles are beautifully animated with the same style as Gorillaz’s videos. The episode ends with Nott being teleported away, and Matt says goodbye because the show is quarantined like everything else.
I try to go back home, but it’s raining now and there are too many people out and about, I realize with horror. Why aren’t they all in lockdown?! We are all gonna get sick! I decide to hold my breath and try desperately not to touch my face until I’m out of the crowd. A woman tries to grab me by the hand to beg for money, and I run away.
I end up at the store, my boss’ boss is there. She wants to know if I prepared the list she asked me to, I lie and say it’s on my tablet. I’m saved from further embarrassment by my dad, who burst in waving a piece of paper with a credit card glued on it: the government has sent me money, to make up for the fact that I’ll be quarantined at home for months. There are 750 bucks on the credit card, and I’m really excited because I’ll be able to buy myself a new computer now.
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