Medical dreams

Well, it happened - I've had two medical dreams, one bad and one not as bad as the other.

Bad dream

I was looking around some film site on the Internet (and it really is worrying for a start when you do this in your sleep as well) - and there was a horror film that was themed around a group of characters and putting them each through an experience that played on their particular fear or disability. I saw it through some sort of sidebar quiz that prompted you to match up each character with the horror most (un)suited for them - one of the characters was listed as "The crymiatic", and the icon next to him was of a wide-open blue eye with a tiny pupil in the centre. Not recognizing the word, I went to look up what a crymiatic was.

Crymiaticism was a disease - I didn't find out if it was caused by anything or if it just suddenly happened - that caused the eye to turn on itself, gradually making it more difficult for it to open the iris and shrinking the pupil painfully smaller and smaller over a long period of time. In the article I was reading about it, there was only one effective treatment (and the first scene of the film depicted this operation) - a chemical that I didn't discover the name of, but was described in the article as "dreaded foam", is rubbed gently over the diseased eye with a swab. It freezes the eye permanently, stopping the pain but turning the eye to a stony grey colour, erasing the pupil and rendering it irreversibly blind.

You can bet I went to check if that existed as soon as I woke up - thankfully it doesn't. I think this one might have been more to do with watching the Canon-D video from Exceed 2 than playing Trauma Center, though.

Good dream (by my usual standards)

My family and a few other people were at a performance of something, waiting in a little hall off the main auditorium for some reason. I remember I had recently shaved - quadralien pointed out something wrong with my face, and I looked in the mirror at the end of the room to see a couple of very small slash marks on my chin. I touched them with my thumb and drew it away to see it bleeding from a fresh cut down its centre.

Somehow, it was diagnosed, a couple of blades from the shaver had dislodged and embedded themselves deeply into my chin. I was sat down and my dad stood over me, working at my face to get the blades out (I think the dream may have chosen my dad for this because I have a memory of him getting a skelf out of my hand by attacking it with a boiled screwdriver) and he extracted two huge razors from it.

The cut on my thumb, though, seemed like it was growing all the time. After the razors were out of my face, I looked down at it and... butterflied my thumb outwards... to look into it, seeing something amongst the internal mass but it being embedded too deep to safely remove. I wasn't in any pain, so whatever it was was left in there.

Later, I was taking someone to the airport (I think she might have been from Doctor Who, who knows) and we stopped next to the bottom of an escalator. I opened up my thumb again while we waited, and peered into it to find that there was now a packet of Nyquil inside. This made me realize that it was a dream (still within the dream) and caused me to laugh hysterically.

Actually, that wasn't very good after all. Today I've had to repeatedly check the integrity of my thumbs.