May 08, 2001

Blood disease, death wish, and so on

I had some rare disease that caused me to ooze blood. I didn't throw it up, but I just turned my head and blood would drip out of my mouth. I went to the bathtub because it was flowing so heavily out of my mouth. When I got into the shower, I turned my head a little too quickly and blood got all over the shower stall. The tiles were covered with blood. The blood was a bit thinner than molasses, but just about as dark: the consistency was about the same as motor oil.

After that, I had to go to a Scholar's Bowl thing outside. Jesse was surprised to see me as I was driven to the meet. I got out of the car, very weakly, and I could see his jaw drop. I tried to play it off by making fun of myself: "Jesus, Jesse. It's just a skirt. I've worn one before." We all knew that wasn't it. He whispered to someone else, and I knew he had hoped I would die so someone more together and healthier would be on the team.

I was getting dressed to go to some formal event, and I wanted to wear a hot pink silk shirt over my outfit. It wasn't working out well: it wasn't too small or too big, but just wrong. It had shoulder pads (which didn't help) that didn't fit on my shoulders. I thought about ironing it, which I was going to do in the kitchen (at the old house). I held my hand in front of the iron, feeling the heat from it, and decided I should turn the shirt inside out in case I burnt it. Then I decided that nothing would help it and unplugged the iron. I then flipped over, or maybe the alarm clock sang its awful tune, and I immediately went back to the twilight stage, wondering "what happens if you forget to turn the iron off in a dream?"

I was invited to view mammoth works out of art outside. An artist had created huge painted murals and sculpture. I crawled under "Cranium" and looked up to see the bars and support beams. There was a house made out of blocks of pressed flowers in resin and a massive clock with symbols for the numbers. I was invited back anytime, and I wouldn't have to pay the $5 admission.

Posted by jenniker at May 8, 2001 12:58 AM | TrackBack
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