I will creep you out now.
Jun. 2nd, 2008 10:33 amIn my dream, my hand fell apart.
At first, there was a cut so minor, I didn't even think it needed a bandage.
Then it spread lengthwise along the entire finger, and the halves shifted against each other. But they were pressed together tight, so, no blood.
Then it split, like an old vinyl seat on a car. Still no blood, at least not the kind of gushing you'd expect. That's how I conceptualize blood; I never see it until it's already dry.
Plus, mysterious green growth. That's when it spread to the other fingers, as strange mixtures of numbness and immobility affected my fingers at random. Eventually parts of the affected fingers fell away, revealing weaker, thinner but functional fingers underneath.
Here are the possible real-life memories that might have triggered this:
First, I still have a numb lump on the end of my right index finger, from when I cut myself on broken glass two years ago, as the direct result of a very dumb decision. There was actually quite a lot of blood, and over the course of the next few weeks, there was a square inch of dead skin that fell away once new skin had grown underneath it. I was hoping the new skin would be like the old skin, and it looks the same, but it feels completely different.
There's also the memory of how tired my hands were after I brought the guitar back out Saturday night.
At first, there was a cut so minor, I didn't even think it needed a bandage.
Then it spread lengthwise along the entire finger, and the halves shifted against each other. But they were pressed together tight, so, no blood.
Then it split, like an old vinyl seat on a car. Still no blood, at least not the kind of gushing you'd expect. That's how I conceptualize blood; I never see it until it's already dry.
Plus, mysterious green growth. That's when it spread to the other fingers, as strange mixtures of numbness and immobility affected my fingers at random. Eventually parts of the affected fingers fell away, revealing weaker, thinner but functional fingers underneath.
Here are the possible real-life memories that might have triggered this:
First, I still have a numb lump on the end of my right index finger, from when I cut myself on broken glass two years ago, as the direct result of a very dumb decision. There was actually quite a lot of blood, and over the course of the next few weeks, there was a square inch of dead skin that fell away once new skin had grown underneath it. I was hoping the new skin would be like the old skin, and it looks the same, but it feels completely different.
There's also the memory of how tired my hands were after I brought the guitar back out Saturday night.