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From: "Wilkerson, Richard" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
Subject: tejca
Date: Fri, 21 Apr 2000 09:26:10 -0700
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Dream Title tejca
Date of Dream 4/10/2000
Dream I dreamed about my boss offering me the new job
(whatewer I wanted) and she was pregnant . (that is very uncommon since she
is all in her job career).
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From: "Wilkerson, Richard" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
Subject: eating her tongue
Date: Fri, 21 Apr 2000 09:23:48 -0700
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note: Stan requests his name be kept with this dream.
DATE : 21 apr 2000 08:57
DREAM : eating her tongue
=( yesterday i completed my instruction of the navy course on human
computer interfacing and last night just vegged, sleeping off and on to
make up from the sleep deprivations of the last four days. i got to bed
around 00:30 but could not sleep then, so i read magazines for a couple
hours, too tired to really work, but not sleepy until around 02:30. i need
to burn the CD for the students of their courseware, but will have to wait
until tomorrow to do it. i did wake a couple times during the night to go
pee, but got back to sleep. the last wake up was around 07:30 before this
dream. )=
the drive out to the beach community hospital is a frantic one. my
girlfriend is lapsing into a coma and needs an operation to save her
life. my father is driving the car, trying to get us to the hospital as
quickly as possible. but when he takes the off ramp from the highway to
the beach, we encounter a long line of cars queued up at the toll booths.
"there is not time for this." my girlfriend's mother says to us all.
"you'll have to take one of those wheelchairs and use the bicycle path
along the beach to the medical center." she points to a collection of
wheelchairs, left helter skelter like shopping carts in a parking lot
outside a supermarket.
quickly we all get out of the car. curiously, my father does not help us
with the unconscious girl, but goes into the restroom of the public
facilities by the toll booths. i select one of the wheelchairs and push it
over. it has smaller wheels and is heavily padded and covered with yellow
naugahide. the girl's mother helps her into the chair while i start
strapping on roller skates from the trunk of the car.
when i am ready with the skates, i come up behind the wheelchair. with a
couple clicks of levers on the chrome arms, the chair reconfigures into a
mobile gurney, flat with my girlfriend strapped down on the top.
her mother quickly inserts a needle into the artery below my left
elbow. this leads to a tube that starts carrying my blood into the
unconscious woman. "you'll have to be her lifeline until you get her to
the medical center." her mother tells me. "here are the instructions you
will need when you get there, and you should eat this to keep up your
strength. she will need the extra compatible nutrients from your blood
stream." the mother hands me the instructions written on a white paper
napkin, and my girlfriend's just severed tongue, still moist wrapped in the
napkin. i put these into my shirt pocket without looking at them.
i do not have time to question any of this, but start pushing the gurney
out of the parking lot onto the paved bicycle path. this thin strip of
asphalt gently curves over the sand dunes along the beach. the scenery is
wonderful with the emerald green gulf of mexico off to the right and the
scattered sea oats sprouting up along the way. but i do not really have
time for attending to the pleasant surroundings. i am pumping the skates
as hard as i can to get her to the hospital at the far end of the
path. gulls and sandpipers cry aloud as our quick passage startles them
into flight.
it is only a few minutes before i arrive at the medical center. the
parking lot is full, but i know to go around to the back of the building
where there is a car port. there is no entry here, just a blank wall.
i pull out the crumpled napkin and read the instructions. with its help, i
find a small numeric keypad on the wall and punch in a sequence of
numbers. the wall splits open with a click. a tall set of metal jaws roll
out, split apart and side panels unfold to make a very small
elevator. actually it is just the frame of an elevator, no walls. it is
too small for me and the gurney, but i can detach the lower wheels and
stand the flatbed with my girlfriend up on end. there is barely enough
room for both of us. i have to be careful not to crimp the crimson line
of blood extending from my arm to hers. i push the single button that says
'down'.
the instructions now tell me to eat the tongue. as the elevator takes us
inside and starts to descend into infinite blackness below, i put the
slightly cooled tongue in my mouth. it is exactly the same size as my
tongue and i have to concentrate not to bite mine while eating hers.
the first couple bites are difficult to chew. the severed thick end of her
tongue is stringy with tendons in a hard lump that i can not bite
through. but i get that clump of gristle separated from the rest and
manage to swallow it in a lump. yuck, i shiver with nausea, but am able to
not vomit it back up-- just barely. the rest of her tongue has a smoother
consistency, coming apart like veal as i chew it into smaller bits. it has
no real flavor, but the texture of the taste buds on the surface is easy to
detect.
darkness enfolds us as we descend, her toward hope of life and me carefully
chewing her tongue.
=( i wake at 08:30 feeling rather refreshed. this is rather good after the
last few days of waking at this time feeling dragged and drained. i do not
know either this girlfriend or her mother from my waking life and did not
detect any name for either in the dream. it was pensacola beach that we
were traveling to, but the physical arrangement of the toll booths and the
bike path on the beach were different. i do not think there is a medical
center out there, or at least i am unaware of it. also, i do not know
what to make about the ingestion of the tongue, but it was certainly
unpleasant sensations trying to eat it. )=
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=== qui non est hodie cras minus aptus erit
| | who not is today, tomorrow less suitable will be
--- -- Ovid _Remedia Amoris_ i 94
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