Dream – 1
In order to better keep my blog up-to-date, I thought I could use it as a dream journal as well.
This dream isn't a pleasant one, but it was too vivid to not write down.
My Throat
It was night; me and two guys, I can only assume were my friends in this dream, were on the streets.
We were playing with footballs and basketballs. I was going to pick up a basketball, but one of the guys got there before me, and wouldn't let me have it. I lunged forward, grabbing it and appearing behind him, bouncing the ball. It took him a second to notice.
"I wasn't done playing with that." I said in a growl.
We were climbing over a barbed wire fence. I couldn't get up for some reason, stuck sitting on the grassy hill. On the other side of the fence my two friends stood, staring out at the river in front of them. I asked for them to help; I couldn't use my legs. they used a shirt as a pully device, and I got across.
I sat on the bench laughing with them over something one of them said. The guy from before, the one that took my basketball, made me stand up and walk with him through the benches. He grabbed one and trailed it with him. My other dream-friend protested, but I told him to relax; he had something to prove.
We somehow walked to a hospital and walked inside; he still trailed the bench along behind him. Somehow I lost track of him and could only follow him by the noise he was making. There was no-one inside, yet all the lights were on; it looked deserted.
I found the bench outside a patient's room and went inside. There was a man lying on a bed in an otherwise empty room. He was hooked up to the life spport machine.
He suddenly started moving, flailing around as he awoke, obviously in shock as to where he was. I quickly escaped.
I walked down the halls until I found a nurse and began to ask her for help.
'Hello, can you help me?' I began, a doctor walked up to us and he spoke as if he had better get me a room before I collapse.
'No, no, I'm fine. You see, my friend-wait, my throat...' I started. It felt as if there was a lump in my throat.
'His throat is-' I couldn't hear what he said fully.
I stood in an enclosed space, small enough to be a locker. Everything was white, there was no exit.
Suddenly my throat erupted with blood, covering the wall in front of me. It ran down me as I slowly bled to death.