Disturbing dream
Just awoke from a very disturbing dream. So disturbing that I do not seem to be able to go back to sleep, at least not just yet. Wonder if it's the antibiotic, the craziness going on in the world or just my own personal craziness.
I am in some sort of hospital, sterile but in a drab grayish white halls. I walk the halls with a permanent IV needle stuck in my right arm. I'm shaking in need of a fix. Did I mention I'm some sort of junkie? Seems as if I am, although not for any drug, my release comes when someone walks up to me and opens up my IV, I relax as I watch the blood flow out of my arm into a tube that takes my very bright red blood out my arm and directly into this other person. I am left leaning against a wall while others line up to do the same. After a time there are no more takers and I begin to feel better. My last receiver leaves me within a few yards of the exit out of this place. I stare out of the glass doors into the dark nights sky.
Slowly I make my way outside. The night is warm and inviting. No one stops me or tries to keep me from leaving.
I walk home the IV needle still in my arm. The dark green leaves of the huge palm and fern leaves undulate in a slight breeze. The look smooth and shine where the moonlight hits them.
I'm so very tired and lay down on the couch. My love does not seem to have missed me, nor do the cats, perhaps I've not been away as long as it feels I have. As sleepy as I feel I am alarmed by the sound of gunfire from outside the window. My love keeps low but tries to see out the blinds though I keep trying to tell him to stay away from the window. He gets Mr. Browning and sneaks out the back, telling me to stay inside. I'm so scared, but I'm too exhausted to move, I need another fix or draining, I cannot tell if I am shaking because of that or from fear.
More gunshots, I listen and wait for my love to come back to me for what seems like hours. Nothing but silence. Forcing myself to get up I make my way, the air is so thick I have to push it away, to get to the back door. I leave the house and am back in the night, the air is too thick but I try to get back to. . .what? I cannot find my love, I can hear someone out here, hunting, hunting me?
I lean against a fence when a large dog approaches, sniffs me and want's to play. He's big but still just a pup and I take him back home. It is too difficult to walk but we get back to my back yard. The dog hesitates to come inside. He hears someone in the side yard and growls. I try to stop him but he runs off and somehow I know he's trying to protect me. More sounds of gunshots. He, too, does not come back.
I awake, I am still disturbed and very upset.
whisky tango foxtrot
I am in some sort of hospital, sterile but in a drab grayish white halls. I walk the halls with a permanent IV needle stuck in my right arm. I'm shaking in need of a fix. Did I mention I'm some sort of junkie? Seems as if I am, although not for any drug, my release comes when someone walks up to me and opens up my IV, I relax as I watch the blood flow out of my arm into a tube that takes my very bright red blood out my arm and directly into this other person. I am left leaning against a wall while others line up to do the same. After a time there are no more takers and I begin to feel better. My last receiver leaves me within a few yards of the exit out of this place. I stare out of the glass doors into the dark nights sky.
Slowly I make my way outside. The night is warm and inviting. No one stops me or tries to keep me from leaving.
I walk home the IV needle still in my arm. The dark green leaves of the huge palm and fern leaves undulate in a slight breeze. The look smooth and shine where the moonlight hits them.
I'm so very tired and lay down on the couch. My love does not seem to have missed me, nor do the cats, perhaps I've not been away as long as it feels I have. As sleepy as I feel I am alarmed by the sound of gunfire from outside the window. My love keeps low but tries to see out the blinds though I keep trying to tell him to stay away from the window. He gets Mr. Browning and sneaks out the back, telling me to stay inside. I'm so scared, but I'm too exhausted to move, I need another fix or draining, I cannot tell if I am shaking because of that or from fear.
More gunshots, I listen and wait for my love to come back to me for what seems like hours. Nothing but silence. Forcing myself to get up I make my way, the air is so thick I have to push it away, to get to the back door. I leave the house and am back in the night, the air is too thick but I try to get back to. . .what? I cannot find my love, I can hear someone out here, hunting, hunting me?
I lean against a fence when a large dog approaches, sniffs me and want's to play. He's big but still just a pup and I take him back home. It is too difficult to walk but we get back to my back yard. The dog hesitates to come inside. He hears someone in the side yard and growls. I try to stop him but he runs off and somehow I know he's trying to protect me. More sounds of gunshots. He, too, does not come back.
I awake, I am still disturbed and very upset.
whisky tango foxtrot