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Disturbing dreams never really seem that disturbing until you wake up. I don't mean the blatantly frightening ones, like the ones involving Matey bubble bath bottles coming to life, or the String Owls, or the ones that I got the night after watching "Blink". Just the ones that play out a horrifying situation quite normally as if it were part of your real life. This one isn't quite as incredible as the malfunctioning strawberry, but it stayed in my head for longer.
To cut a long story short, then, my eye fell out. Strangely, all these kinds of dreams happen in the setting of my parents' house, and in this scenario, I had been aware of a cramping up in my right eye for a while. I went into the downstairs bathroom and looked in the mirror to see it pointing down too far, so I reached up, put my thumb in and slowly rotated it back to the right place (which is unusual enough, as I have a thing about eyes and can't touch them at all in real life). I couldn't get it to point in the right direction no matter how much I fiddled with it, and eventually my sight in it began to fade. I wandered through to the kitchen, where it eventually came loose, fell down into my mouth somehow, and I spat it out into my hand.
Surprisingly calm at the sight of my own eye, I noticed that it was a slightly spiked white ball (entirely white, no pupil or iris at all). The optic nerve coming out of the back consisted of six wires, which were colour-coded red, black and yellow, and they were bound together neatly with a series of plastic cable ties - suggesting that my head is far better physically laid out than mentally.
I can't really remember much more about it, apart from then going outside into the back garden to see if there was anyone around who could drive me to hospital. But I've been tentatively touching my right eye all day today to check if it's still there, taking care not to knock it out of place by accident.
(Warning: This post contained disturbing imagery and you shouldn't have read it)
To cut a long story short, then, my eye fell out. Strangely, all these kinds of dreams happen in the setting of my parents' house, and in this scenario, I had been aware of a cramping up in my right eye for a while. I went into the downstairs bathroom and looked in the mirror to see it pointing down too far, so I reached up, put my thumb in and slowly rotated it back to the right place (which is unusual enough, as I have a thing about eyes and can't touch them at all in real life). I couldn't get it to point in the right direction no matter how much I fiddled with it, and eventually my sight in it began to fade. I wandered through to the kitchen, where it eventually came loose, fell down into my mouth somehow, and I spat it out into my hand.
Surprisingly calm at the sight of my own eye, I noticed that it was a slightly spiked white ball (entirely white, no pupil or iris at all). The optic nerve coming out of the back consisted of six wires, which were colour-coded red, black and yellow, and they were bound together neatly with a series of plastic cable ties - suggesting that my head is far better physically laid out than mentally.
I can't really remember much more about it, apart from then going outside into the back garden to see if there was anyone around who could drive me to hospital. But I've been tentatively touching my right eye all day today to check if it's still there, taking care not to knock it out of place by accident.
(Warning: This post contained disturbing imagery and you shouldn't have read it)
