There is actually a lot more to this dream that I can still remember but I will cut straight to the good part, yes pun intended
The palm side of my right hand was all healed up from a deep gash that had happened at some point in the past. Stitches ran upward along my palm that ended next to my pointer finger. As I remember someone, I believe it was my aunt that was visiting, was asking me if my hand was healed. While I explained to her that yes the stitches were ready to come out, I picked up a pair of EMT scissors and proceeded to hack off my left pointer finger in one quick cut.
Looking down at my hand, I suddenly realized that maybe that wasn’t such a good idea. There was absolutely no pain or blood. The nub that was still attached to my hand was clean and white on the inside. The finger, which was also blood free, did have a nice red marrow center inside the bone. While examining and assessing the damage, my first thought was, should I get this repaired? I considered asking Ron Garza for help, who in all honesty I don’t remember being in the dream, but I think he was close by. But, reattaching a finger really is beyond most body mod practitioners skill set. So, I yelled for my mom to take me to the hospital.
It’s interesting to note, that my mom was not in the dream, but I guess it’s normal to think, “Mommy!” when you are hurt and have done something stupid.
Rick Pierceall was visiting at the time, so we loaded everyone into his Dodge Challenger. I have no clue what car he drives in real life, but it in the dream that’s what he drove. I jumped into what I thought was the passenger side, but soon learned that it was a right hand drive vehicle. Strange, but whatever, I crawled to the left side, everyone else jumped in and we headed to the hospital.
While sitting in the waiting room, which was very dark for some reason, I kept explaining to everyone that I had to get the finger reattached so I could continue to flip everyone off. I remember holding up my hand to show everyone that now middle finger rather than my pointer was missing. It seems strange now that the finger switched, but in the dream it seemed to make sense.
Finally, an orderly came to get me and we headed to the back of this rather cluttered office/operating room/laser area. As he wheeled me through a maze of desks I shouted out to the doctor that yes, I did have insurance. There was no reply, but at the time I knew they were ignoring me and by saying that it would give them some encouragement to come help.
The room where I was left had an operating table, but lots of other odd devices in it as was well. One of which was a laser of some sort, nothing like I’d ever seen. My curiosity got the best of me and I started flipping switches and pushing buttons. Suddenly the laser started to fire and there were no safety goggles to be found. I shielded my eyes as best I could until I finally got the machine to turn off. Knowing a thing or two about lasers, I decided to ask someone about the main use of the equipment. The guy responded, “Laser” and left the room. Hmmm, not very helpful.
It was at this point that shock started to kick in. I remember thinking, “Wow the drugs are taking effect, but wait I wasn’t given any drugs.” I tried to lay on gurney, but my sense of balance was completely gone. My finger, which was back to my pointer, started to hurt and the Tupperware dish that held my severed finger, submerged in water with a green bay leaf was getting very difficult to hold. I would comment that the leaf made no sense, but what of this dream did?
As I proceeded to fall off the gurney I awoke disoriented with a VERY sore finger. I think it’s been about a half hour now and my hand still hurts just a bit. Wonder if it’s psychosomatic or if I was sleeping on my hand and the pain was incorporated into my dream.
Tags: Amputation, Rick Pierceall, Ron Garza
January 27th, 2010 at 3:39 pm
As if not bizarre enough all ready, I drive ’07 Dodge Magnum.