Thread of Dreams

[Olaf]

I dreamt I pulled out the toenail of my big toe and there were tiny picture cards behind it. I think one showed the Taj Mahal.

And yet I had no doubt the nail was gone. I was thinking "Dang, guess I have to see a doctor now..."

Speaking of my stomach doing flips …

That's a pretty strong reaction to Mughal architecture.

[Dr. Medulla]

Ugh, that's horrible. Whatever adjustments I've had to make to my life—chiefly, I don't drive anymore—it's nothing compared to what so many epileptics go thru. Just terrible, especially when they don't have any warning that an episode is coming on. Frankly, I feel like a bit of a poseur in comparison. Yeah, I'm in the club, but not really in the club.

Glad to hear your situation is of the milder sort. Bill’s older brother Craig (a year and a half older) saw more of it than I did. The upside was that Craig got to play on our little league team a year beyond the upper age limit, to keep an eye on his brother. Craig was like 6 feet tall and weighed about 165 pounds at age 13, and he was our ringer. Never knew a bigger kid. I recall one game, it was the bottom of the 9th, and we were down a run with 2 out and a guy on second. Craig took the first pitch and parked it. As he rounded 3rd, celebrating his game winning homer, the asshole ump yelled, very late, “foul ball!” Well, Craig was pissed. Tears of rage streamed down his red face. He went back to the plate, furious and shaking. The pitcher was probably 4’8” and 110 pounds and he was terrified. Craig took the next pitch and parked it again. Only this time, the ball sailed over the right field fence, over the second ball field beyond the fence, over the right field fence of the second ball field, and into a pond. A double homer, fueled by total angry Hulk strength. It would have easily been a homer in any MLB park. That’s probably my best baseball memory, or at least right up there with my Willie Stargell chicken wing story.

Sweet. I hope he glared at the ump the entire time he rounded the bases the second time.

He sure did – he probably outweighed the ump, who was maybe 17 years old.

While I’m on the subject of head injuries, one more story about a bell-ringer of my own. When I was about 9, we would play “smash-up derby” on our bikes in the court across the street. We’d just ride head-on into each other like little idiots – it seemed like a good idea at the time. On one occasion, I was facing off against Craig, who easily outweighed me by about 40 pounds back then. We circled each other like gladiators. My last memory was of the two of us turning our bikes toward each other, about 50 feet apart. I awoke several minutes later on the couch in my parents’ living room, a couple hundred feet away from the scene of the collision, like Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz, surrounded by the scarecrow, tin man and lion, and I think Auntie Em, who were actually my very-relieved parents and friends. Craig had carried me the distance. He was a good guy.

Ah, the nostalgia for being young, stupid, and indestructible. The dumb shit that freaks me out in retrospect is sledding in unsafe places, with trees and barriers in the path, and aiming for them, jumping out of the way at the last second. That no one was ever really hurt is amazing.

[Dr. Medulla]

I dreamt I pulled out the toenail of my big toe and there were tiny picture cards behind it. I think one showed the Taj Mahal.

And yet I had no doubt the nail was gone. I was thinking "Dang, guess I have to see a doctor now..."

Speaking of my stomach doing flips …

That's a pretty strong reaction to Mughal architecture.

In my life, I've accumulated a long list of bars I'm banned from for overly passionate arguments about world architecture. And more than a few people who regret not sharing my vision.

[Mimi]

Interesting event last night. The dream wasn't anything special. There was a beautiful and large old bookstore that was going up for sale. I was involved in its sale in some way. One buyer wanted to preserve it, the old looked at all the aesthetic touches as financial liabilities and would be better sold off. Then I encountered an old co-worker—not from when I worked at a bookstore but as a researcher—and then got a gut flip in the dream and real life, the kind I often get when I have a seizure. I either woke up right away or shortly thereafter and had the telltale sweat of a seizure. Notable, too, because I'd had a seizure early that day. Those things normally come in clusters—I'll have, like, three in a month—but rarely so quickly. Clearly, Jesus is signalling me to enact His plan.

Egads. Hope you're all right.

[Dr. Medulla]

Interesting event last night. The dream wasn't anything special. There was a beautiful and large old bookstore that was going up for sale. I was involved in its sale in some way. One buyer wanted to preserve it, the old looked at all the aesthetic touches as financial liabilities and would be better sold off. Then I encountered an old co-worker—not from when I worked at a bookstore but as a researcher—and then got a gut flip in the dream and real life, the kind I often get when I have a seizure. I either woke up right away or shortly thereafter and had the telltale sweat of a seizure. Notable, too, because I'd had a seizure early that day. Those things normally come in clusters—I'll have, like, three in a month—but rarely so quickly. Clearly, Jesus is signalling me to enact His plan.

Egads. Hope you're all right.

I'm a bit cotton-headed today and I skipped exercise—might go for a walk in a bit—but, nah, I'm fine. As I said to Kimmelweck, I'm in the club but not really in the club.

[Kimmelweck]

Ah, the nostalgia for being young, stupid, and indestructible. The dumb shit that freaks me out in retrospect is sledding in unsafe places, with trees and barriers in the path, and aiming for them, jumping out of the way at the last second. That no one was ever really hurt is amazing.

Yeah, amazing any of us survived those days. I remember my previously-mentioned buddy Bill had a bow and arrow set when we were kids, and his specialty was to shoot an arrow straight up in the air. All us kids would squint skyward, waiting for it to reappear. Oh, how we’d laugh as it eventually plunged into the lawn at our feet. One day, my mom saw it and snapped both the bow and arrow over her knee. Bill cried and my mom felt bad, so she gave him 5 bucks.

[Sparky]

Interesting event last night. The dream wasn't anything special. There was a beautiful and large old bookstore that was going up for sale. I was involved in its sale in some way. One buyer wanted to preserve it, the old looked at all the aesthetic touches as financial liabilities and would be better sold off. Then I encountered an old co-worker—not from when I worked at a bookstore but as a researcher—and then got a gut flip in the dream and real life, the kind I often get when I have a seizure. I either woke up right away or shortly thereafter and had the telltale sweat of a seizure. Notable, too, because I'd had a seizure early that day. Those things normally come in clusters—I'll have, like, three in a month—but rarely so quickly. Clearly, Jesus is signalling me to enact His plan.

I hadn't read your dream post all the way through until just now, sure hope everything is OK and it was a one off, not part of a trifecta.

[Heston]

Apparently I was shouting "corned beef omelette" in my sleep last night.

[Kimmelweck]

Apparently I was shouting "corned beef omelette" in my sleep last night.

Seems odd, but I don't recall ever dreaming about food. Maybe a dream with a restaurant as part of the setting, but the food never featured in the dream. Huh.

I’d try a corned beef omelette though. Sounds like good hangover food.

[Dr. Medulla]

Ah, the nostalgia for being young, stupid, and indestructible. The dumb shit that freaks me out in retrospect is sledding in unsafe places, with trees and barriers in the path, and aiming for them, jumping out of the way at the last second. That no one was ever really hurt is amazing.

Yeah, amazing any of us survived those days. I remember my previously-mentioned buddy Bill had a bow and arrow set when we were kids, and his specialty was to shoot an arrow straight up in the air. All us kids would squint skyward, waiting for it to reappear. Oh, how we’d laugh as it eventually plunged into the lawn at our feet. One day, my mom saw it and snapped both the bow and arrow over her knee. Bill cried and my mom felt bad, so she gave him 5 bucks.

Dumb ass kids like us is the reason you can't get lawn darts anymore.

[Dr. Medulla]

Interesting event last night. The dream wasn't anything special. There was a beautiful and large old bookstore that was going up for sale. I was involved in its sale in some way. One buyer wanted to preserve it, the old looked at all the aesthetic touches as financial liabilities and would be better sold off. Then I encountered an old co-worker—not from when I worked at a bookstore but as a researcher—and then got a gut flip in the dream and real life, the kind I often get when I have a seizure. I either woke up right away or shortly thereafter and had the telltale sweat of a seizure. Notable, too, because I'd had a seizure early that day. Those things normally come in clusters—I'll have, like, three in a month—but rarely so quickly. Clearly, Jesus is signalling me to enact His plan.

I hadn't read your dream post all the way through until just now, sure hope everything is OK and it was a one off, not part of a trifecta.

Thanks. There's a decent chance another seizure will be coming in the next week or so, and then I'll probably be fine for, like, six months. Nobody knows what the trigger is, but it's infrequent.

[revbob]

Interesting event last night. The dream wasn't anything special. There was a beautiful and large old bookstore that was going up for sale. I was involved in its sale in some way. One buyer wanted to preserve it, the old looked at all the aesthetic touches as financial liabilities and would be better sold off. Then I encountered an old co-worker—not from when I worked at a bookstore but as a researcher—and then got a gut flip in the dream and real life, the kind I often get when I have a seizure. I either woke up right away or shortly thereafter and had the telltale sweat of a seizure. Notable, too, because I'd had a seizure early that day. Those things normally come in clusters—I'll have, like, three in a month—but rarely so quickly. Clearly, Jesus is signalling me to enact His plan.

I hadn't read your dream post all the way through until just now, sure hope everything is OK and it was a one off, not part of a trifecta.

Thanks. There's a decent chance another seizure will be coming in the next week or so, and then I'll probably be fine for, like, six months. Nobody knows what the trigger is, but it's infrequent.

Listening to KISS again?

[Dr. Medulla]

Interesting event last night. The dream wasn't anything special. There was a beautiful and large old bookstore that was going up for sale. I was involved in its sale in some way. One buyer wanted to preserve it, the old looked at all the aesthetic touches as financial liabilities and would be better sold off. Then I encountered an old co-worker—not from when I worked at a bookstore but as a researcher—and then got a gut flip in the dream and real life, the kind I often get when I have a seizure. I either woke up right away or shortly thereafter and had the telltale sweat of a seizure. Notable, too, because I'd had a seizure early that day. Those things normally come in clusters—I'll have, like, three in a month—but rarely so quickly. Clearly, Jesus is signalling me to enact His plan.

I hadn't read your dream post all the way through until just now, sure hope everything is OK and it was a one off, not part of a trifecta.

Thanks. There's a decent chance another seizure will be coming in the next week or so, and then I'll probably be fine for, like, six months. Nobody knows what the trigger is, but it's infrequent.

Listening to KISS again?

That causes a melange of contempt, bemusement, and boredom.

[Mimi]

Apparently I was shouting "corned beef omelette" in my sleep last night.

[Kory]

I've been sleeping only 4 hours a night for the past few months and having really weird dreams. That's all.