I had one of my strangest dreams yet.
First, I was back in high school hanging out with cheerleaders. That right there is bizarre. Then there was the guy I was crushing on. He was a mix of 2 guys I really did have crushes on in school. In my dream he was an athlete. That actually makes sense since one of the real guys was, too. In the dream, I liked this guy but while he kind of liked me back, he also kind of didn’t.
Could you get more realistic than that for teenaged angsty dreams? *G*
This is where it gets freaky.
I’m having headaches so I go see a doctor, but the doctor is in my kitchen (the one in my current home). He opens my head like flipping open a lid and removes my brain. When he walks into the next room I become curious and pick up my brain for a closer look. I think about how odd it is that I’m alive and breathing while holding my brain, and how cool is that? It’s then that I realize there’s a hole about an inch long and about 1/2″ deep on the lower left-hand side, right where my headache had been located. It looks a bit rotten, and as though it’s going to spread. I call the doctor back into the room to point this out to him, wondering to myself how he could have missed it. He sadly informs me that I have brain cancer and am dying. Then he leaves.
I pick up an X-acto knife and write “I was here” along the very surface of my brain, although I’m distressed to realize that I’ve put too much pressure and cut too deep in one spot. I’m going to be messed up because of it. I shrug that off pretty quickly, though, remembering that I’m dying anyway. I plop my brain back into my head and go back to school.
When I get there I tell my cheerleader friends about my cancer and they freak out, telling me to get away from them. They quickly spread the news to the jocks on the fields practicing. Crush guy tries to find me but I dodge him. I don’t want him to ask me out now just because I’m dying. I run down the hall to my locker, but my locker has been moved. I want to ask my friends about it on FB, but discover that everyone has unfriended me. I find my locker but it’s been emptied, so I go to the office to complain. They tell me to leave school and not to come back. They don’t want my kind around.
It seems that for some reason everybody thinks my brain thingy is contagious like the plague and they don’t want to get it.
As I’m leaving I see crush guy running down the hall trying to catch up with me, so I hurry out the door. It’s just as I’m leaving that I suddenly realize that he isn’t coming after me because he feels bad for me. He really does love me and wants to help me. I turn around to talk to him
and wake up.