Last night I dreamt that I got a wound on my finger. The wound started violently gushing blood, much like a scene from Kill Bill. I was trying to supress it, but it was like trying to stop water from coming out a high-powered hose.
So I wake from the dream and go into the kitchen to feed my cat, because his crying is waking me up. I open the tin can, and sure enough, I slice a long and deep gash in my finger with the lid.
And it won't stop bleeding. (although thankfully it can be controlled with some paper towels)
What I want to know is -- what the hell was up with that dream?! Did it just predict the future for me??
Posted by Phil at February 27, 2004 12:21 PM | TrackBackYou think YOU have problems? The other night I woke up from a dream about a sexual encounter with Kelly Osbourne. It was all I could do not to slit my own fucking throat!
Posted by: Roland at February 27, 2004 03:01 PMyeah, um...last night i had really freaky dreams. if i could remember the details, it would be bone-chilling enough to be a good horror movie. REALLY freaky stuff.
Posted by: becky at February 27, 2004 03:52 PMi hear ya. my dreamlife has been getting more vivid and interactive with reality over the last few weeks. Like, the other night I watched Godard's "Breathless," and that night I had an elaborate dream about running from the cops and getting ratted out by loved ones... (premise of the film).
Posted by: phil frank at February 28, 2004 01:46 AMLast night I had dreams about 2 litre bottles of Lipton Iced Tea (peach flavour of course.) I think theres probably something wrong with me. Especially considering the shit that's been going on around here lately. Ah the sweet sweet smell of denial in the morning.
Posted by: Alex Stapleton at February 29, 2004 09:59 AM