(Irl stomach pain)

Treating my stomach pain with medicine. Supposed to be pepto bismol but it was blue and wrapped in a gelatin packet. I think I took too many. I looked at the expiration date, it was very old.

I picked a jar of something (popcorn chicken?) off the shelf. It gave a lot of hissing and bubbling as I opened it — clearly it had gone bad.

I’m at a work event, we’re donating blood and get burger king as a reward. The blood donation is freaky though — one guy puts a soft plastic “guide” or something on the skin and the other takes a big Bioshock needle and extracts blood. To compensate they flush you with saline, but its literally a flush there must have been a pump pushing the saline through the system very quickly. It felt refreshing though. Never got to have burger king. As I take a seat to rest a dog comes up to me and whispers in my ear that she wants to see “my new ear”. I look at the wall and it is filled with political statements I’ve made. I feel ignorant.

Dentist is seeing me. Hygienist is putting thin bars in my lower jaw between teeth, sticking out of my mouth against my lips for leverage, asks me to really give them pressure, supposed to be aligning something. Teeth feel out of alignment after but the hygienist is polite so I go along with it.

The dentist comes in, middle aged guy. Starts to go over paperwork and remarks on how some if my insurance information is missing, gets flabbergasted and really catty about it. I ask what he needs from me he says something like I need you to pay attention or something. He points out the section of my insurance information where ive put down all 0’s and I point out that there have clearly been other numbers but they’ve been erased. He starts getting visibly angry and I say you know what fuck you bill me for the job you’ve done so far but I’m leaving.

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.