Well, it's not like everyone doesn't think I am weird already...

I am debating whether this is something that ought to be memorialized, let alone shared. But it is just so odd, I have to write it down. I will debate the merits of rendering it published later.

I must be stressed (ya don't say?!) because, among other things, I am having weird dreams. The weirdest one last night/early this morning (which I know because I woke up with a start). I don't know what I was doing in the dream, I was probably just sitting around watching T.V. - Law & Order rerun or some such TNT/FX only-slightly beyond basic cable channel indulging my syndicated drama addiction. So there I am, and I have some occasion to get up and look in the mirror and I see that my face is all bulgy and red - like I have huge welts growing underneath my skin or something - particularly on my neck. This concerns me. I cry out - in shock, pain, dismay, what have you. But I get sidetracked from the bulginess (which seems to be moving) because my skin all over my face seems to be loosening and I am bleeding and skin is coming off in clumps. Apologies to the squeamish for the description of this. Know that this does in fact hurt me worse than it does you, as I hate, hate, hate blood. Especially my own. All of a sudden my sister comes out of nowhere and she hands me a towel to soak up the blood, though it isn't helping the matter of trying to keep my dermis held together, but anyway... So she is panicked. trying to figure out what to do. I tell her to get help. She leaves the room to go call 911. I have been avoiding looking in the mirror so as not to faint/scream/get even more hysterical. And did I mention that this all hurts like a motherfucker. But I look up into the mirror and I see the bulginess has now gotten worse especially in my neck and then all of a sudden the skin is falling away and splitting open and something slimy and covered in blood falls out. It is about the size of a fist of play-dough. At first I thought it was my brain. Then I picked it up and I saw... it was a braised salmon steak. Ieeew!!! What is that??? I will never be able to eat salmon again. And that bothers me to no end because I love salmon and I can use all the Omega-3 Fatty Acids I can get. Oh God, it is so gross even thinking about it again. I am at an impasse as to how I would even go about figuring out what that means. Sure anyone can find the hidden meaning in your teeth falling out or endlessly falling in a dream, but have the catch of the day portrude from your neck and you get nothing. Well other than the staring and pointing and the chants of "Freak! Freak!"

Okay, enough of that.

Let's never revisit that topic again. Ever.