I was in my room but at a desk. I had some sort of opiate injections. A special injector offered a steady stream of drug. A white milky liquid had to be removed from the body and into the sink. Lisa asked if I was coming with her to swap out her tires — I was too numb and probably wasnt a good idea to be out in public, in case I got arrested.

Dreamt I was in for surgery. I think the surgery was just done for its own sake because I cant see what it could have helped.

I was put under and the surgery involved attaching a connection between the trachea and the nasal passage, but no I somehow got the anatomy wrong. The idea was to allow the nose to bypass something, as if it had its own route to the lungs distinct from the regular oral route. Anyway it involved dissecting the “nose’s” trachea and connecting it to the “oral” trachea so that I could breath through my nose while prepped for something else.

Matthew was going to this church. It was near our nyc house, walking distance. I started to go and must’ve gone a few times given some of the papers that I had. Something about the pastor I did not like. We were talking about eating people, and for whatever reason they were trying to persuade me it was ok. I finally wore down and said fine in emergency situations but not outside that. But they seemed to include eating people in their religion.

Went to the ER, but it wasnt for anything especially urgent. As a policy, those not requiring immediate care needed to demonstrate their commitment to staying by swallowing a cup containing a lubricant, and a nasal canula that was to be pulled through the nasal cavity somehow after swallowing. What I didn’t realize was that upon arrival I guess they just automatically put you under and intubated you, because I had difficulty swallowing with the tube down my throat. Realizing this, I began to panic, wanting the tube removed asap.

In a desert. Driving with relatives I dont know or have. They’re in a big SUV and I’m not sure they know what they’re doing. We’re in a sandstorm, and sand is filling up all the gauges. The woman driving has it locked in 4th gear and going 70 mph. She doesnt see a blue mustang lose control up ahead, and we smash into the pileup. Because our vehicle was so big we continue through, up the side of a dune and flip into a field of cacti. It’s also a cliff and we’re dangling over small pool. We dislodge and fall into the pool, scrambling to get out of the water.

Driving two cars at once somehow. My acura and robert’s infiniti. I’m like leapfrogging them? Or something— it’s not possible. Anyway i dont even have the keys so I dont know how the cars were driving. I pull over the infiniti and ask the cop if I can leave it there while I drive my car home and get the key to Rob’s car. The cop gets extremely upset and starts acting hostile.

I was robin williams, in a movie but also I didn’t see any cameras. I had to castrate myself. I had a set of pliers and a sharper set of pliers-scissor things. The pliers yanked everything forward and the scissor-pliers cut everything off. it was very easily done, off they came with no resistance or pain at all. I (robin) showed them to the mirror. a lack of blood, the (false) anatomy could be seen.

Went to the hospital. Not sure the reason. One of the nurses is a guy, doing my preliminary stuff. He asks if I’ve noticed anything unusual. I say no. He then shows me my chart, and points to one of my tests, and says something like “well this is obviously unusual” in a snarky way as if id failed his little test. I got mad, and stormed off.

I decide I need to be seen by the doctors so I apologized profusely to the nurse, even writing down my apology on paper before going to him. Something along the lines of “I’m a bit of a hypochondriac and as soon as I got medical insurance I started to go to the hospital for every little thing, so I’ve been trying to rein that in but your comment isn’t helping.” He begrudgingly helps me out, it’s several hours later and quieter in the room. I ask his name, since I never got it before. He says something like it’s too late I’ve burned that bridge, so I just look at my form. Looked Indian, started with a C, like chandrathan or something like that.

Dreamt my tooth cap fell off again. I dream this fairly regularly. I go to Progressive’s dentist, and I ask if I am supposed to be feeling anything in that tooth. She says no, of course not. I feel the empty uncapped tooth, it has the rough squishy texture of pulp.

The doctor readies her equipment. I’m concerned about anesthetic, but she’s looking at X-rays and I shouldn’t need it. Why she’s drilling, I’m not sure, the cap just needs to be reattached.

Dreamt I had a bullet fragment lodged in my eyeball. It wasn’t painful, but it was annoying. I had tried to get it out with a magnet the second day, but it didn’t come out, the cornea had healed and it was just pushing against the cornea. I stopped and figured a doctor should do it.

I visit some places I “typically” go (none of which I really typically go). One place hired young summer teenagers to do everything; ok for picking up medicine maybe but not for surgery. The other place took a look at my eye and asked if I had cataracts; no, I said, it’s actually a bullet. They placed some device on my eyeball, and began to extract it. I was concerned but let them do it. I was having second thoughts and wanted the Cleveland Clinic to do it but never did it. Dream ended before it could be removed.