Dream?

Here's my take on last weeks assignment. Last week it was mentioned that one of out two things were permissible, so I've done one of those. Any constructive criticism (no matter how harsh) is welcomed.

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I was lying down, I had just woken up. My eyelids felt like two leaded sheets pressing on my eyeballs. I wanted to close them but I needed them to open. I fought myself with threatening nods for a while and finally reconciled: I’ll keep them halfway open. I get up; the discomfort on my lower abdomen—like a fullness of some sort—reminds me why I need to get up. I zombie myself out of the bed towards the sacrifice room to offer my morning tribute, but my will is weak and soon collapse on a nearby chair.

I move my head sideways and see my dog. It’s just lying there, peacefully—I’m jealous, I need to that. At least its lower abdomen isn’t the one opposing to the resolution as it isn’t even moving, nothing in its body is moving, not a twitch, …just lying there…hmm. Wait, that’s odd, why isn’t his abdomen even moving? I go quickly and prostrate onto it, grab it firmly, and shake it “Wake up, you!” I say loudly. It’s no use, there’s no response; it’s like holding a pile of furry bricks. I shake it once more—nothing. I was getting very nervous, why isn’t it moving? Why!? I shake again it in reluctance: Wake up, damn you! I shake it with overflowing desperation as if playing some giant maraca. I shake it once more, my arms already exhausted from all that vigorous shaking. I must simply keep on shaking it…

I must have been shaking it too hard or something because I started seeing brown snow that looked like hair gently falling in front of my eyes. Funny thing, it was hair! That’s odd, I thought, I don’t have hair, so I did a little test of assurance and touched my usual bald spot hoping to feel my scaly palm rub against it. But no, I felt no palm-rub, instead, I felt a puffy mesh thing that reminded me of curly hair. I touched it again in disbelief. It was there, it was real: I’ve grown hair in my bald spot! Yes! I could already imagine all the great looks with funky hairstyles, all the fun at parties, all the foaming shampoos, the conditioners…

Then suddenly, *RIIIIIIIIIIIIING* It was the phone. I bet it was one of those lousy solicitors offering some sort of fancy vacation in the Caribbean for low monthly fees at a “generous” rate—TRASH. I’ll let them know this time. I picked up and greeted nicely:

“WHAT?!”

It was a woman. I don’t know how but I was looking straight at her and by the smell of the place, I was in some sort of Hospital. This middle aged woman in her white uniform had a nervous look on her face and kept touching her hair as if attracted to it by some invisible magnet. She started speaking quickly and with an anxious voice,

“It’s hard for us to tell you this, but...there was nothing we could do, we tried really hard, we did everything we knew…We’re terribly sorry to inform you that your dog…I mean, we tried hard, we did, there was nothing…it’s passed away. A better life though, we know this, we always do. We know from experience, you know, so many cases a day…it’s in a better life, just trust us on this.”

I was in shock, they knew, they confirmed it! I know there’s always that time in a thing’s life and I knew it was getting old but I mean, how…—I should have known better. I looked at her, and with a saddened smile said:

“Thank you. I understand, it really pains me down inside to know this, it really does. I know things are for the best though and I…You know, It does sort of pains me down, I mean, well, more like a sort of a discomfort in my lower abdominen, some kind of fullness, sort of odd—do you know where the restrooms are?”

She looked at me doubtfully, and as if by some sort of lag in communication, she answered precipitately a couple of seconds later,

—No, I mean…yes, yes, right around the corner.

I didn’t even say thanks, but simply opened the door. Oh, the beautiful scenery! White big mouthed pearls staring me down insatiably asking for me, for ME! I didn’t keep them waiting much longer and poured down a whole Nile and a half; I was actually surprised just how much they could really fit. Drop by drop I knew I was running empty and finally: done. I was happy. I did a good deed for my body, I should be rewarded, but somehow there was no relief; meh, no matter, I didn’t care anymore. I tried distracting myself and looked at myself in the mirror, my bald spot shone brightly. I was ready to walk out carry out my duties but I guess I can’t fool an old trickster with its own tricks so there it was, now stronger than ever, the discooomfort! “Screw it”, I said, I got back to business to see what was up: I guess the Amazon and Nile had come together on some sort of continental clash because I had just expelled them out and oh yes, this time, this time, the relief! It was great. I felt liberated from all this time, under the suffering, the fullness, the torture, the oppression…no more, no more haha!

Proud, I valiantly walked towards the door born a new person. I opened it; the sun was out in its brightest. I stepped out and realized the guys down in the weather station were right: it was like 120% humidity or something because my legs were wet and warm; my pants were sticking to my legs as if spread with syrup. Suddenly, a faint heavenly voice called and said “Hey, what are you doing on that chair?”