The Cusp

Had pretty good recall last night, but the majority of it was pretty boring mundane stuff. I'll just skip to the more interesting parts.

Penis Panic
Clarity: 9/10
Importance: ?/10
Sleep: OK
Sleep Position: Unknown

For some reason I can't quite fathom, I've cut off my own penis just below the foreskin. Fortunately, I plan on putting it back on later. I had forgotten I'd done this, and it's been over two days since it's been cut off. I worry the cut off part will be dead tissue by now. To make things worse, I can't remember where I put it!

I finally find my wayward penis, and inspect it to make sure it hasn't dried out. It seems to be OK. The cut parts are both still moist and purple on the inside, and when I hold in place, everything lines up OK. But I still don't know why I did this. Was it to make my penis bigger by building up scar tissue? Was it to make me last longer by killing the nerve endings in the end of my penis? All I know for sure is that I want it back on.

I get a spool of thread, but the needle that is in it is massive. I can feel the pain of poking that giant spike through me penis just by looking at it. I pull out another spool of thread with a much smaller needle, but still use the first thread I had, a light baby blue color. It only takes 4 stitches evenly spaced on all the compass points to hold my penis back on. Since the cut was right on the edge of the foreskin, you can't even see a scar or anything. I pinch the tip to make sure I still have feeling, and everything is good.

This is not the first dream where I've lopped off the old one eyed trouser snake. I know where 99.9% of the imagery in my dreams comes from, but I have no clue where this comes from. In one dream like this, the cut off part was all shriveled up before I could get it back on,

Bus mishap
Clarity: 8/10
Importance:3/10
Sleep: OK
Sleep Position: Unknown

I'm riding home from school on the bus, going down the hill on my street, when the bus driver slams on the brakes. There is no front on the bus, and the inside floor with all the seats rockets out like it wasn't attached to anything. I was sitting cross legged so I barely move when the inside of the bus crashes, but my brother flies forward and skids underneath a car.

He tries to get up, but his back touches the muffler above him which is hot and burns him. "Take me to the hospital" he says. I pull him out to see a deep gash right across his shoulder blades. We walk the rest of the way home where I get him to take off his shirts so I can clean the wound. He's wearing several layers of shirts, and he winces every time one comes off. His inner shirt is packed with salted peanuts, and the salt is causing him a lot of pain.

He finally gets his shirts off, and the cut keeps opening and closing like a toothless mouth. I put some band-aids across the deep gash to keep it closed while we go to the hospital for stitches.

This is a mix of various things that happened at work, which is interchangeable with school in my dreams. One time I was driving a cube van full of hardwood, but they handn't screwed down the plywood on the bottom, so when I hit the gas, all the wood blasted out the back doors. The other part was when I had my brother helping me at work, and we were riding in the back of the van and hit a car ahead of us. I was sitting cross legged on the floor and didn't move, while my brother was sitting on a varnish pail and shot clear across the van.