Dreams that Tear Open Your Soul
on November 25, 2008 at 3:25 amThe other night someone must have injected some testosterone into my late-night Apple Jacks because I had one of the most intense dreams of my life. And now you are all going to hear about it.
Typically, my dreams are fairly action-packed, but my first year of medical school has filled a lot of my brain-space with paranoia for exams, which I think leaked into the “awesome” lobe of my brain.
The dream: Having finished Gross Anatomy, we moved on to the next course: “Disease Treatment.” Only in this case, we treated diseases by tearing open and climbing into the very fabric of our patients’ souls, which I can only assume was some seriously dark magic.
Having torn a hole in the space-time-spirituality continuum, we reluctantly plummeted into their inner psyche where we battled physical manifestations of their ailments using chainsaws, shotguns, and crossbows. It was terrifying. It was like Osmosis Jones if Rob Zombie did the art direction.
At one point in the dream I was set to battle Hepatitis B, which presented itself startlingly similarly to the queen in Aliens (Copyright apparently doesn’t extend to the subconscious. Yet.) Anyway, I had to battle this thing in a dark cavern with a chainsaw. They wouldn’t let me out until I finished the “treatment.” So I went up against the slimy thing, screaming the entire time out of terror, which foreshadows what my surgical career is probably going to be like.
The dream concluded with a final exam, which began with us firing a handgun at a target and concluded with us having to cross the firing range alive. In retrospect, that’s not too different from the actual process.
This just screams serial Manga. Get yourself a good publisher and start paying back some of those med school loans. And best wishes with your studies!
I once watched a 3 hour marathon of House M.D after doing college applications all day, and then fell asleep. In my dream I found myself at Cornell University where the severed heads of Panthers (yes, the exotic jungle cat) grew on inverted blue trees, and where huge T.V screens placed in the middle of the campus showed gruesome battles between scalpel wielding surgeons and their patients. The dream then ended when Chase and Cameron from House came out of no where and beat me over the head with a cane.
And by the way, what area in medicine are you looking into? Medical or Surgical?
Medical or Surgical? I’m only two months in. I’m more along the lines of “please-let-me-pass-my-classes-for-the-love-of-god-ical.”
Nice dream, by the way. Reminds me of “The Wall.”
wait till second year. I expect to see some schistosome themed comics
Not sure where this dream sprouted from, likely school stress: A gang had poisoned a friend of mine and now were trying to poison me. I was so incredibly angry about this that I started throwing stuff all over the place. The gang just sat on a couch and calmly watched me as I smashed their TV, their VCR, a bunch of marbles, and just generally threw their furniture at them and through their walls. Then they let me smack their feet with a very small chain. At some point during all this I became a giant breaded shrimp, or at least was in a giant breaded shrimp costume. When I was done throwing things and freaking out, I took off running because I knew they weren’t going to take it anymore. I was horrified, oh crap I shouldn’t have smacked their feet around! Now they really are determined to poison me! So as I am running in this shrimp costume, I am suddenly covered in a tasty coconut dipping sauce. Oh crap. Now they REALLY want to catch me, I am so tasty! Suddenly I was surrounded, and someone was trying to shove a needle full of poison into me. I grabbed a hand drill, quickly shoved a HUGE drillbit into the tip and then screwed a few holes into my attacker’s head before he could kill me.