Yesterday’s weirdness is tomorrow’s reason why. ~ Hunter S Thompson

Rev Kane’s Wild Ride: Surgery Dreams

Surgery day is coming up quickly and preparing for surgery is of course taking over my life in every way possible. It eats up my work days, my email, my schedule but most of all it eats up my mental energy. Everything I do, every decision, every thought somehow ties back to my surgery, the fear, the recovery, etc…

So it came as no surprise last night when my upcoming surgery finally invaded my dreams and man they were some surreal damn whoppers. The first dream I just walked into the hospital and strolled into the operating room and there was my surgeon, restocking flyers on a shelf. He was surprised to see me and quickly moved to cover up the chunks of wood on the counter. So I asked him is that the wood they’ll be using in my legs? Because for some reason, apparently in my dream in addition to heart surgery they were going to cut my leg bones and put wooden spacers in my legs to make me taller. I immediately realized I hadn’t considered the pain I’d have walking and how it was going to fuck up all of my preparations and I happily woke up, rolled over and ended that one.

The next dream, I walked into the hospital and back into the operating room again and my doctor and I were chatting and I remembered that I had to actually check-in through admitting. So I left the operating room and went up to admitting. It was a total cluster, going to multiple people each who sent me to another person and another. I finally get to someone and they tell me they have to go to lunch. Finally someone takes me to an office to check me into the hospital, they give me a band on my arm and send me to my room. So I go up to my room and I see it’s a share room and eventually I decide to leave my stuff and then someone starts hammering on the door. I let him in, he’s looking for someone so I decide to leave. But then I decide to go back to my room, but the elevators won’t go to the right floor. Suddenly there are massive numbers of suites and I can’t find my room.

The next dream I’m in the operating room on the table and I have my sneakers on, and this pisses off the anesthesiologist and he rips them off my feet in disgust. Suddenly, there’s another table right next to mine with an enormous middle eastern dude on it. We’re like an inch apart, he’s completely naked and basically a Ken doll. He’s just chatting away to me about random shit and I realize the sheet I’m under has blood all over it, then I woke up.

Three surgery dreams in one night, I woke up in a seriously confused state of mind and was happy to get up and get my day started. But surreal is definitely the term that applied, feel free to go nuts with the psychoanalysis in the comments. ~ Rev Kane