Doctor Breigh

Fucking hell I had the craziest dream last night.  I think it beats out any of the other crazy dreams I’ve ever had…  it’s starting to slip from my mind though and I know I’m going to miss a lot of it as I describe it…  shit!

I dreamed that I was a CSI, only I specialized in bones.  I was called to the scene of this dead woman on some stairs on the side of some building about 3 levels high.

For whatever reason, we had to cut off her head so I could get all the tissue off it to check her bones.  I put her head in a bag and gave it to someone through a window in my office.

Then there was a man and a younger guy who died and we came to the conclusion that they died in the same way as the woman.

Just as we were putting the man in a body bag, he CAME BACK TO LIFE!  Then a short while later the younger guy did too! WTF?!

The people I worked with figured out that they didn’t really die, they just had this weird blood disease that made them SEEM like they did.  When they came ‘back to life’ they still had whatever this disease was and their time was limited, but they weren’t dead!

I was in a panic because I was after cutting this chick’s head off!  Who, as it turned out, was the wife and mother of these other two non-dead weirdos.

It didn’t matter though because she came back anyway.  This really was some awesome disease because even though I lobbed her head off, she came back anyway, in a brand new body!  New clothes and all…

Then something happened and I found out that I had this disease too, and I knew I was going to die.  All these people wanted to get together with me and we went on a bus.  Somehow I was in a relationship with the son of the woman who I decapitated and I was sitting on the bus with my hand on his thigh laughing and telling our bus buddies how his parents were both dead, but not really… and soon we’d be dead.

There was an older black guy on the bus that I didn’t know, and an elderly couple who said they were going to die too.

The bus was driving around my neighbourhood in North Sydney (back in Canada) and there was a load of people I went to school with on it.   They were all so happy to see me and I took great pleasure in telling them all that I was a doctor.

When the bus let us out, it was up the street from my parents house where Jack’s corner store used to be.  We were walking to my parent’s house and saw all these wild animals… hedgehogs, deer and other animals that I don’t even think exist.. I think I made them up in my head in my dream.

Then we were standing around a campfire and I was joking with one of the guys who I dated when I was in high school, telling my friends about how we broke up.  He corrected me and told me that the thing I thought he did was not really as I thought, and really he was doing something really nice for me and I felt like a dumbass for breaking up with him.

I don’t remember much more than that, but it was a really gloomy and weird dream.  Knowing you are going to die is weird, and even in my dream it scared the shit out of me.

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3 comments

  1. Ahh Tammy, Just lay down on the couch.

    Now Tammy, tell me all about your dreams

    But Tammy, could it be that you really are working for CSI

    Tammy, my prognosis is that you need to fill this prescription for 1 x bottle of bourbon, drink heartily and sleep soundly.

    If medicine is taken in one sitting (chug) you should have no dreams for a week (because you will be KO’d for that long)

    Repeat as needed

  2. Hhhmmm….Tell me about your childhood.

    Actually, I’m a British-Canadian now living in Helsingborg, Sweden.

    Strangely, I’ve recently dubbed the band I’ve been asked to sing in: “CSI: Helsingborg”. Cool, or what?

    I just might have to link to your blog. Your style seems just about right…

  3. Very nice dream. I can’t even remember my dreams from last night. I hate it when I can’t. For me, the wierder the better. Yours sounds great!

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