Tesla Anomaly

Several weeks ago, I skinned the back of my left wrist pretty badly on my way into the greenhouse. (Because what's the best thing to do when you're about to spend a day with your hands in the dirt? Of course! Remove the organ that prevents infection! Grand plan.) It's pretty well healed now.

But last night, I had a nightmare about the injury getting all swollen and gross and infected and sore. When I picked at a bit of scabbing, the whole thing tore open, and I discovered that what had gotten into the wound and multiplied were... peanuts. The flesh of my wrist was full of peanuts, growing densely together and subsisting off of my blood. AUGH! AUGH! AAAAAAAAAAUGH! I could see them half-buried amidst my own muscle fibers (which resembled cooked chicken), growing deeply into my wrist. I calmly began picking them out, leaving this slightly painful, enormous cavity in my flesh, because I knew the only way for the infection to heal was to get all the peanut matter out so they'd stop reproducing.

There were a couple of details wrong: The infected wrist was my right wrist, not my left. And the peanuts were growing as seeds (the inner part we eat), not in their hulls as they actually do. And there was no actual blood in my gaping wound (perhaps the peanuts had absorbed it all?) - it really did look like a piece of cooked chicken, split open.

The fact that I can remember these details says something, I hope, about how vivid the dream was. Just remembering it makes me squidgy. It probably sounds comical in the re-telling. I'm still too close to it, and it's just damn creepy.

Interestingly, the peanuts were growing all jammed together in the same way my torpedograss rhizomes seem to be growing bulbous root nodules. If I start dreaming about torpedograss taking root in my body, I am changing my major.

I had vivid dreams last night about visiting the tiny little private school where I attended kindergarten through fifth grade, and looking for my old records and my old teachers. I remember realizing that all of my teachers would probably have retired by now, and thinking wistfully about getting older, and how much fun it was to just be a kid.

Now I am in a funky, funky mood. Thanks for that, Morpheus.

Last night, I had a nightmare.

Not a "hahaha, I'm going to give storm_dancer grief over this and it will be hysterical" nightmare. A genuine disturbing and terrifying dream.

In which suboshi DIED, and we all went to the funeral (which was held outside of the computer store that he and caltan owned - go fig) and we were all miserable. I remember standing around with everyone else, and I couldn't believe he was gone - and the worst part of it was that I hadn't talked to him in ages, and he hadn't known how much I still valued his friendship.

People our age shouldn't be dying, and the surreality of it all just kept striking me, until finally I turned to demonlet, who was standing beside me, and asked, "Wait a minute... is this a dream?" For a moment I was SURE I'd figured it out, but she made this little noise of sad negation and answered, "That's what I thought, too." And I knew, in that instant, that it felt too real to be a dream, as much as I wanted it to be.

Then I glanced inside the front of the computer shop - Caltan had already gone inside - and saw Suboshi standing there talking to her. He wandered over to the window, and gave me this eerie, knowing smile, and for just an instant, his eyes glowed with a creepy little light... ... and then I realized it was just the reflection of the storefront light. Right? Yeah. Right. That was it.

I ran inside the store and barrelled into him and gave him a huge hug, and only then did I start bawling hysterically.

It was 5:15 when I woke up. I lay back down for an hour, but didn't really sleep very well. ;_;

DON'T DIE, Suboshi. You will MAKE ME CRY. (And don't get any ideas about faking your death, either... that was damn creepy.)

Augh. AUGH, I say.