Saturday, September 24, 2005
Dream Blog
Sept. 22, 2005
Real life: I have have already lost 2 fingers from my left hand because of a car accident when I was 18. I dreamt I got half of the 2nd finger on the same hand hacked off somehow. Don't remember how it happened. For a while, I was carrying this part around. Not much blood. Then I stuck it back on, sort of, and was at a hospital. The nurse wanted to take the cut-off part away to do something with it... maybe prior to having it reattached --but I didn't want her to take it. I was afraid it wouldn't go back on. I told her I didn't want to have 3 stumps.
Later on, I was in some far part of a big university campus and wanted to go back near to the clinic where I had parked my car. I had to fly, but I had a hard time, as usual, getting back to the clinic area. Never did find the car, but I somehow stumbled onto a plot that was going on regarding children who were being starved so they would learn to speak Iran. That's what I called it in my dream. They speak Arabic? Anyway, the children learned really quickly because of the starvation. These were little children, and some of them were very very skinny. I guess they had resisted more. I was very concerned to tell someone about this and finally located some campus official and some Iranian big wig accompanying him. I begged and pleaded that they put a stop to this horrendous project. Not sure they listened or cared.
Real life: I have have already lost 2 fingers from my left hand because of a car accident when I was 18. I dreamt I got half of the 2nd finger on the same hand hacked off somehow. Don't remember how it happened. For a while, I was carrying this part around. Not much blood. Then I stuck it back on, sort of, and was at a hospital. The nurse wanted to take the cut-off part away to do something with it... maybe prior to having it reattached --but I didn't want her to take it. I was afraid it wouldn't go back on. I told her I didn't want to have 3 stumps.
Later on, I was in some far part of a big university campus and wanted to go back near to the clinic where I had parked my car. I had to fly, but I had a hard time, as usual, getting back to the clinic area. Never did find the car, but I somehow stumbled onto a plot that was going on regarding children who were being starved so they would learn to speak Iran. That's what I called it in my dream. They speak Arabic? Anyway, the children learned really quickly because of the starvation. These were little children, and some of them were very very skinny. I guess they had resisted more. I was very concerned to tell someone about this and finally located some campus official and some Iranian big wig accompanying him. I begged and pleaded that they put a stop to this horrendous project. Not sure they listened or cared.
# posted by Zanny @ 2:39 AM 
