Saturday, August 1, 2009

paper doll


Yeah, so probably nobody but me EVER wants to live inside my head, I’m just telling you.

I don’t know if this was the “payback” dream or what, but last night I had a bloody, horrifying nightmare.

Mark was sick, and in a hospital bed, which he totally hated, and he was hooked up to a whole bunch of tubing and all the usual hospital stuff, and there was some doctor there holding up an x-ray telling us that one of his lungs was completely riddled with cancer, and it was “TOO LATE TO DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT!”

Mark kept trying to get up out of the bed, but every time he did so, he would flop onto the floor like a rag doll, and when we would go to help him back into the bed he was no longer 3-dimensional, I’m not kidding! He became like a paper doll, only really, really flimsy and not made out of good cardboard stock.

He tried to get out of the bed twice. And the doctor kept mentioning the “TOO LATE TO DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT” thing, which only made him want to get out of the bed even more and made my stomach doing all these little flip-flops.

When I woke up I felt very lost, sad and a little bit like I was going to throw up.

2 comments:

blynd_poet said...

You have the weirdest dream girl...

g~

Anne Cunningham said...

yeah! look who's talking!