I'm walking along in a creek bed about knee deep in water when
I come across a wide shallow pool fronted by a several meters wide,
not particularly ferocious waterfall. It's pretty but not
really "Postcard" material.
In the pool there is a group of a dozen or so Mexicans wearing
cutoffs and bathing suits, splashing and playing about.
as I walk by one of them yells;
"Hey! How's it going?",
and the group starts to make its way over to me
One guy then asks if I speak spanish and I say "No"
At this point I recognize the scenario (dream logic)
He's going to say;
"That's okay. My brother's bilingual; He can hit you with
BOTH hands",
and Then I'll get clubbed by the big guy standing next to him.
So, before that can happen I smash the speaker in the face
and start running...
I wake up in a hospital bed on an army base.
My left hand is on the bedside table and my index and middle
fingers are resting in a specimen jar half filled with
thickening blood and I realize (dream logic again) that
I'm supposed to fill the jar so I tense the muscles in my
hand and fill the jar the rest of the way.
I remove my fingers (no wounds on them?)and try to get out of
the bed.
I'm completely uncoordinated and woozy.
A nurse comes over and tells me I have to stay in the bed
a while longer and I tell her that I need to visit the mens
room.
She helps me to stand up and takes me out of the wing
through an open air quad. Soldiers in fatigues run by in formation
and I'm drawing some odd looks from passersby.
Near the door to the mens room is a soldier hunkered down
with his back against the wall smoking a cigarette;
It's Charlie Sheen. (Huh?)
While I'm micturating(no graceful way to state it, sorry)
I can hear Charlie and the nurse conversing in hushed tones.
I'm at the sink washing my hands and in the mirror
what I at first took to be dirt or leftover camo makeup
is revealed to be a network of cracks radiating from my temple
all down the right side of my face.(like the finish on an old
pocelain dolls face)
The cracks are deep and filled with blood that runs sluggishly
from some unseen source. There is no pain.
As I leave the restroom the nurse announces that it is time
for meds and gives me a triangular, lavender coloured pill.
I spit it back into my hand when she's not looking; paranoid
that I'm being experimented upon.
A few moments later I decide "What the hell!" and pop the pill
back into my mouth.(shameless stimulus junkie that I am)
I figure, no matter what, it will be an experience.
I have difficulty getting it down and have to ask for a glass
of water.
At this point I woke up in dire need of the lavatory.
on a side note I have neither been in the military nor ever desired to be nor have any members of my family so where that came from I've no clue.
additionally, when recalling the dream at this time, the nurse seems to have been Darryl Hannah, though whether she was at the time of the dreaming is uncertain.
