I had a crazy nightmare last night, or this morning really, at around 3a.m. I know because I looked up at the clock when I sat straight up in bed to feel my face and make sure there wasn't blood all over it.

My mom told me when I was little that dreams are all the junk stored in your brain from the day, and that junk comes out all mixed up sometimes. Well she's got a point. Last night immediately before bed I was reading The Mists of Avalon and Igraine the High Queen, who was now living in a nunnery after the death of the High King kept, thinking she heard her daughter crying out for her in pain. (Meanwhile her daughter was halfway across the country having a baby that Igraine didn't know about.)

Ok that's situation 1.

Immediately before I started reading I was watching a teenage boy get have gastric bypass surgery on the Discovery Health Channel.

Situation 2.

So I suppose I shouldn't have be surprised to find myself on an operating table, fully awake, while some surgeons dug away at something near my upper left thigh. I could feel it, but I wouldn't say it was painful. Then something went wrong and I heard the surgeons start to panic and felt blood spurting out of my femoral artery and felt it splattering on my face. I felt one of the surgeons plunge her hand into my incision and try to put her finger into the place where the bleeding was coming from. And I began screaming and screaming and calling for my mother.

It was rather awful, and was still so vivid in my mind when I sat down at the computer this morning, that I thought maybe if I got it all down it would lose some of its immediacy.

tags:dreams