The last couple of weeks I’ve had the same dream, actually that’s not strictly true – they’ve been different dreams, but always had the same ending.
With the sound of a drill!
I know where this is coming from, but I have no idea why.
When I was in hospital, one of the things I remember is waking up hearing a drill, and I had no idea why, it just didn’t make sense, I knew I was in hospital, not a dentist, so where was it coming from?
Stupidly I asked!
Oh! We can’t get a line in anywhere so we are drilling through your shin!
Oh ok then! and that’s all I remember about that, I was out of it again.
When I did come round again, sure enough I had something sticking out of my leg. They didn’t end up using it, but it was there in case my veins crashed again.
So that’s where it’s coming from.
Why it’s started playing on my mind I don’t know.
After I’d been home for a few weeks, I wrote down all my experiences, and what had happened, the bits I remember, and the bits Hubby and Mum & Dad told me.
I’ve re-read this today, and the drilling is there, but just as an after thought, and only a line or two about it, so I figure it wasn’t that traumatic in comparison to everything else that happened.
So pretty much – I’m non the wiser.
Hopefully it’ll go away now I’ve shared it here, and I can go back to my normal wacky dreams.