| Nov. 5th, 2006 @ 06:05 pm [nice dream] |
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Current Music: Otis Redding - I've Got Dreams to Remember
I woke up in a hospital, having had brain surgery, to get some memory removed. And the room I'm in has glass walls, and is set inside some kind of audience room, where everyone I know is there waiting for me to wake up. Even the foreign people. They all didn't wanna come, but the hospital that did the operation bribed them, paying for their flights and giving them a bonus to compensate for their time off from work. Pretty damned good hospital I dreamed up. :p
So anyways, I just woke up, and I'm naked in the bed, but I can't keep everyone waiting, so I have to figure out how to get up when everyone I know is watching. So, I just act like it's all cool and just get up without any smart precautions, and put on some underwear, but then, the hospital has provided a huge selection of clothes for me to pick from, they figured I'd need to be able to choose the exact outfit I want, because all people I know will be there and all, so I have to look cool, and as mentioned before, they don't seem to have any budgetary restrictions. So, there I am, having to pick the coolest outfit, and I can't mess it up, 'cos everyone I know is there.
So, I panic and freeze. And just stand there looking like an idiot for a minute or 10, until Marlene gets fed up with it, and comes from the audience-room-thingie to me in the glass-walled room, and starts yelling abuse at me for being such an idiot and keeping everyone waiting, and then she picks a very cool suit for me. At which point Peter yells from the audience area: "Rein! Quit pretending you completely lost all your memory!", which is odd, 'cos from where he was he couldn't've heard or seen that was what I was doing to Marlene, but it was. I guess that bastard just knows me too well. :p
After that I spend a couple of hours talking to everyone, one at a time, trying to figure out what it was the operation was meant to erase from my memory, but I can't remember. And I have the feeling that everybody knows, but they won't tell me. And also I wonder if they really know, or I'm just being paranoid. Which was quite annoying 'cos this part of the dream just went on and on, as I was talking to everyone I know, in turns. :p |
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