Nightmare fuel! It's what dreams crave!
So I’ll be honest. I’m not really sure exactly what to do with this site yet, so for now we’re sticking with sporadic updates and stupid shit going on in my life. Facebook would be cheaper, you say? Yes, probably, but I trust the algorithm here. Also I won’t bombard you with advertising. You see I’m far too busy drinking this refreshing ice cold Coca~Cola because there are hot singles in your area who want to meet. Ahhhhhh…
So something about me: I have recurring nightmares. They aren’t a consistent, every night kind of recurring that stem from some deeply, horrifically traumatic moment in my childhood. Just every so often I get these awful dreams that involve my teeth. “Teeth?” Yes, teeth. “Ew.” I know, right?
In these godawful dreams my teeth fall out, then replenish. Think sharks, but less long term. What happens is all of my teeth are forcibly ejected from my mouth, as if my body is violently rejecting them. Each tooth individually, but all of them and in rapid succession. Then the new teeth grow and push their way through the bleeding gums. Sounds bad, right? What’s worse is I can feel it. Every agonizing moment. And I don’t know if it’s the actual sensation of it or the dread of anticipation, knowing what’s coming, that’s worse. Also, it’s not just one and done. This is a Lather, Rinse, Repeat deal. Like listening to bad karaoke on an endless loop, but for my mouth. That’s the norm where my nightmares are concerned. Fun, I know.
Last night, I got to add one to the list. I remember rubbing my face and my vision on the right went dim. Not completely dark, just dim. My vision, first of all, is terrible, so things being dim or blurry isn’t that unusual to me first thing in the morning. Where it all went fucky was when I looked at my hand and realized my right eye was still rolling around on my palm. Completely detached from the strands of muscle and optic nerves. I can only tell you what an understatement it is to say that I freaked out a little when I ran, panicked, to the bathroom to check the mirror. At first glance it seemed that I had a totally empty eye socket, but when I realized I could still see in stereo, I got closer. Half hidden in the dark recesses of my empty orbital was a ring of blue taking shape on what would become my new eye.
Fortunately once the new eye was in place there was no repetition, my brain just moved on to other, more normal dream stuff. But still, WTF, brain?
