Cut Me

I had some interesting dreams this morning. For some reason I was getting some major surgery done, I forgot what or why but it almost seemed like I was getting a facelift...but without the facelift. I only say that because I had an incision made all along my hairline on the front of my head. I had a couple friends with me, people I don't know in real life, we were out doing other stuff then came to this place for my "surgery." The surgery didn't take place in a hospital or any such insanely sanitized metal and plastic room. I was in a bedroom, and I had to lie on a bed, which was very similar to my dad's bedroom. The incision and possible surgery were already done and whether I actually dreamt that part or just forgot it, I do not know. But now we were closing the incision up. Which is why I was on the bed, we had to put those numbing shots along my face/head. As I already knew and what the woman/doctor told me, that that would be the worst part. [I've had stitches in real life, on my middle finger, and I had to get 3 shots on my finger and it feels like the life is being sucked out of you.] So I was pretty nervous and my friends were laying on the same bed with me, they seemed pretty indifferent to the whole thing, bitches really. Anyways they left the room by then and the doctor gave me a towel to bite on if it was too bad. By then, I noticed my mom was there watching me. The doctor starting giving me the shots and my eyes were watering down all the while my face is getting numb. Towards the end of the shot process I noticed from a third person perspective how deep the needle was going and it was almost like she was just stabbing me along my jaw. She went to get some supplies for the stitches. I laid there crying with my face completely numb and trying to speak words but really just crying. I was sobbing like a delusional dying person. My mom was watching me and felt hopeless, I may have saw myself through her eyes, or at least through a mirror which was no where in my own visual vicinity. It was really depressing, feeling and seeing myself like that. Whatever the procedure was, had to be done. As she started to sew my incision together I woke up.

A lot of this dream has to do with the many stories I have been reading in regards to forensic anthropology and especially that I watched some movies and shows yesterday. I watched A Beautiful Mind in which he goes through shock therapy, I'm sure some of that imagery affected my dream. Also, House, in which House takes a large needle and probes it into a patient's jaw.

The other interesting thing is I did feel the numbness of my face through the dream, but not the pain of the shots. Describing the dream in brief writing is nowhere near to what I felt or the time that seemed to elapse. It was a long process. I don't know if I've wrote this here before, but I never feel pain in my dreams. Your mind can filter amazing things, you feel what you want to feel. But then I remembered an old friend of mine has felt pain in his dreams before, and a current friend has informed me such things as well. Dreams, they're just so fucking fascinating.

I also just realized the fact that I did see myself in the dream, mostly things are seen from my own eyes. Every now and then I see things from third person, but never see myself clearly. This is the second dream in which I've seen myself in a mirror. This time I had dark longer hair, no dreadlocks.