nb: not my words.
as a rule i don't remember my dreams, but when i do i get stuck
with things like this:
i was at the dentist's. he was drilling a tooth.
i couldn't feel my legs anymore.
he'd been drilling for a while. his hands kept slipping, and
the tip of the drill go up through my mouth and chew at my
brain. i could see chunks of grey matter jump out past my teeth
and land, softly, on his glasses. he was looking at me through the
haze of my own brain. i looked at my reflection in those meat
smeared glasses of his.
the room was filled with the sound of someone playing the
didgeridoo with their mouth full of gound beef. the dentist tells
me everything is normal, "this is all part of the plan".
i couldn't feel my hands anymore.
the weirdest is thing is that i believed him. he said
everything was going according to plan and therefore everything
was going according to plan. i was calm. there was a plan, i just
had to go along.
so i laid there. after a while i could here the high pitched
cold hard whine of metal tearing up bone as the drill finally
finds the back of my skull. from the inside. and i did
nothing.
"this is all normal," he says.
i can't feel my lips anymore, but i hear myself say "good, i
was just getting worried."
"almost done," he says.
cut to black.
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