Another strange one last night...
Basically, I dreamt I was walking round some scenic lake with my brother and my mum, when I felt some discomfort in my shoe, which turned out to be caused by a small piece of metal lodged in my foot. Assuming it was just some random speck of something that had worked itself into my shoe, I bent down to gently tug it out, only to find that it was actually just the tip of a big thick inch-long nail that had somehow lodged itself unnoticed in my foot. Grimacing, I tried to carefully remove the nail, only for this to then cause a sudden massive rectangular hole to open up across my foot, from my ankle joint to the start of my toes. Rather disgustingly, I could see right down to the bottom of the hole, where a load of blood and other gunk were slushing around at the bottom.
Unfortunately, my brother (a doctor in real life) claimed not to be specialised in feet, but tried to call round some of his medic friends for advise, while in the meantime I started panicking about germs and dirt getting into the hole and searching round in vain for some appropriate covering to the wound. In desperation I then asked my brother to take me to A&E, but he said that would be full of drunks (a true enough affliction of the NHS on Friday and Saturday nights...) and suggested the three of us instead catch the bus to the local hospital. By this point I was seriously starting to freak out, as (again according to my brother) the hole was preventing proper bloodflow to my foot, which would soon cause it to wither up permanently and possibly be amputated if we couldn't get medical attention soon.
Not a particularly enviable situation already one might think, but actually at this point things took yet another drastic turn for the worse, as my mum as suddenly as inexplicably turned all ashen-faced and zombified, and without saying a word to either of us, simply got off the bus and started walking away... With just seconds till the bus doors closed, I found myself suddenly torn betwen getting urgently needed medical treatment for my foot or getting to my mum, so was forced to make the split-second decision to quickly jump off and hobble vainly along after her, with one lame foot dragging limply behind me, as all the while my insensible mother slowly and surely drew ever more out of reach...
And then I woke up, really wanting my mum... :-((
Basically, I dreamt I was walking round some scenic lake with my brother and my mum, when I felt some discomfort in my shoe, which turned out to be caused by a small piece of metal lodged in my foot. Assuming it was just some random speck of something that had worked itself into my shoe, I bent down to gently tug it out, only to find that it was actually just the tip of a big thick inch-long nail that had somehow lodged itself unnoticed in my foot. Grimacing, I tried to carefully remove the nail, only for this to then cause a sudden massive rectangular hole to open up across my foot, from my ankle joint to the start of my toes. Rather disgustingly, I could see right down to the bottom of the hole, where a load of blood and other gunk were slushing around at the bottom.
Unfortunately, my brother (a doctor in real life) claimed not to be specialised in feet, but tried to call round some of his medic friends for advise, while in the meantime I started panicking about germs and dirt getting into the hole and searching round in vain for some appropriate covering to the wound. In desperation I then asked my brother to take me to A&E, but he said that would be full of drunks (a true enough affliction of the NHS on Friday and Saturday nights...) and suggested the three of us instead catch the bus to the local hospital. By this point I was seriously starting to freak out, as (again according to my brother) the hole was preventing proper bloodflow to my foot, which would soon cause it to wither up permanently and possibly be amputated if we couldn't get medical attention soon.
Not a particularly enviable situation already one might think, but actually at this point things took yet another drastic turn for the worse, as my mum as suddenly as inexplicably turned all ashen-faced and zombified, and without saying a word to either of us, simply got off the bus and started walking away... With just seconds till the bus doors closed, I found myself suddenly torn betwen getting urgently needed medical treatment for my foot or getting to my mum, so was forced to make the split-second decision to quickly jump off and hobble vainly along after her, with one lame foot dragging limply behind me, as all the while my insensible mother slowly and surely drew ever more out of reach...
And then I woke up, really wanting my mum... :-((
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