Dream Post 15: Eyeball.

Guys, I am having more gruesome dreams, I apologize. Most of the time, I wake up and think, “Eww I can’t post that, they will think I am a freak.” But this one was weird and I hated it, and I have to share simply to lessen the grossness.

I had a dream:

I was at a party with Jeff and a bunch of my friends, and it was late at night. I was in the bathroom, and I looked in the mirror and realized my eye was hurting. I looked in the mirror, and it turns out my eyeball was rotting. There was a giant hole in it, and you could see inside my eyeball, and it was bloody and gushy. (I realize this is impossible, and that your eyeball does not rot, because it’s not skin. But it was rotted, none the less.) It was still chilling it the socket, just rotting away. I was astounded, and I ran to Jeff and showed him my eye. He was like, “Well I guess we should go to the Emergency Room.” So off we went. But on the way, we kept running into situations that did not allow us to get anywhere. For instance, we didn’t fit in the car, for some reason, and then other people like my mom wanted to see my eye, and then the road didn’t allow for our car to pass. My mom said “It looks like there is a bubble in there” and out popped 2 old contacts, as though I just had forgotten to take them out and kept layering them on my eye. We still couldn’t get to the hospital, and no one thought to call an ambulance. The whole time I was hoping that someone would realize how important this was, and I was terrified because this was the first emergency medical care I needed.

Then I woke up.

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About sorellaaglio

I am 26. I love nature. I love trying new things, and I love children. I love cooking, baking, and sometimes even cleaning. I am an organized mess, and yet manage to eat three meals a day and get eight hours of sleep a night. If you stop by, I'll feed you and make you a mixed CD. Oh, and I am a fan of you.
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