The other night I dreamed I cut off all the fingers of my left hand on a wooden cutting board with an 8" Chefs knife. I cut them off at the closest joint to the palm making sure to go between the joint bones and through the cartalege. BTW a hand with no fingers and just a palm looks like a flipper. The same night I had a dream my cat locked his claws into my leg and I started strangeling him. I could feel every muscle and vein and his windpipe close and still squeezed harder and his claws went deeper and I squeezed harder, feeling revolted and horrible and hateing myself for killing my cat, but there seemed no choice.
Wild dream night.
BTW Im available for babysitting and dog walking!~
I got a worse one… once I dreamed that I deliberately cut off my head with a chainsaw. Except that I was still alive, could still see and hear and talk and everything (somehow). After a few days (in the dream), I began to miss my head and began searching all over for it. I forgot where I had put it.
Then there was the time that I dreamed that I was a woman, and my vagina was a CD player.
And once I dreamed I was Batman. That was cool.
And last night, I dreamed that I was a secret agent, being hunted by the government for some reason, and my only hope of escape was hidden in the passages of an old friend’s diary. The only problem was that at one point in the diary, he wrote about his love and sexual escapades with his own sister (who is rather hot, I might add). But in the dream, after reading about that, I couldn’t bear to read any more of it. Then two black men (who later revealed themselves to be two of my best friends in disguise) came to rescue me in a bright orange Ford Pinto, and they told me that I had to be drunk in order to read the diary. So we were on our way to pick up booze when I woke up.
I had a dream about three years ago in which I was looking at myself in the mirror, and hair was growing on my face; really long, thick hair, as big around as a pencil at the base. But it was growing only on one half of my face. The left half of my face (my entire head, in fact) was completely covered, and I mean wolfman-covered, with this extremely thick hair. I pulled one out and it had roots growing down into my skin like a scallion’s, and it left a reddish welt and indentation where I’d pulled it out. It was almost like plants were growing in my skin instead of hair.
I still get chills thinking about that. Ugh, it was awful.