Strange Dream

Lately I've been having a lot of strange dreams. A couple of nights ago I had one where I ran into Roger Ebert at a Costco, and apparently we were friends. After chatting for a bit in their bakery section, he was kind enough to invite me over for dinner with him and his wife. Then I had this other dream, in the same night, where I was in this thing watching creatures go by in water. Everything was fine until this crayfish floated on by holding a knife in each pincer.

Last night I had a really strange one where I was in some apartment with a couple of friends. One friend was sitting on the same couch I was, while the other was in the kitchen area. All of a sudden the friend in the kitchen grabbed their chest, gasped for air, and dropped to the floor. Their breathing had stopped completely so the other friend and I started to perform CPR. Since that wasn't working I grabbed some stuff to cleanse the skin, a knife, and a tube. I gave it to the other friend and told them what to do - use the stuff to sterilize the skin and knife, use the knife to make a small incision on their side and into their chest cavity, insert the tube so that they can breathe. Turns out it worked and they were able to breathe, yet they were still out. Almost like being in a coma yet the body was breathing on it's own through the tube.

What started to make the dream odd was when I sat the friend up and propped them against the cabinets in the kitchen. I then left them there for 2 days.

2 days....

I didn't call 911, I didn't take them to a hospital, and for some reason I was afraid to do so. Even though they naturally stopped breathing, and that I played a part in saving them, I had this strange notion that I would somehow be framed and accused of harming them.

If a situation like that happened in real life where a friend, or family member, suddenly dropped and wasn't breathing on their own, not only would I try my best to revive them, but I'd have somebody else call the paramedics. I also wouldn't leave a comatose body, that was relying on a MacGyver'd breathing tube, on my kitchen floor for 48 hours. That's just wrong on so many levels.

I'm actually curious about what I'll dream about tonight. Hopefully it's something kick ass because I'll blog about it and share it with you all.

Happy Monday!