the evil genie who lives in my house
February 9th, 2009 by Kris Skotheim
I come home to find a giant crowd of people waiting outside of my house. Ariana runs up to me to say that we’re having a party here, and that I’m late! I hurry inside and try to find something to make for so many people, but I don’t think I have any food. People pour into the house and start mingling and exploring. Someone walks near the evil genie’s cave, and the genie throws a dart at him that sticks into his wrist. Aghast, he asks me what that was all about. I don’t really know, but I don’t particularly want the genie throwing any more darts at the guests, so I start to board up the room that leads to the genie’s cave, but the genie throws a dart into my arm! I demand him to explain himself. He says that we can either go to the hospital immediately and get our arms amputated or the poison will envelop us and our souls will be slaves to him for eternity.
Not wasting any time, I run into the kitchen and grab a long, serrated bread knife. To the horror of those around me, I make two deep angled cuts into my arm around the dart hole such that a triangular prism of bloody, poisoned flesh falls off my arm into the sink. The wound doesn’t start to hurt until I’m done with the knife and I am covered in blood, as is the knife, sink, and floor. I pack a paper towel soaked in antiseptic into the hole and tape the wound closed. The other person wounded by a dart understands what is at stake, and takes the knife to set about cutting off his wrist. He wraps a string tightly around his finger to slow blood flow, and his arm becomes clear like it is made of plastic. I can see the veins and arteries and tendons inside. I wonder if the internet will know how to improvise an arterial clamp.
This dream was posted by Kris Skotheim on Monday, February 9th, 2009 at 2:22 pm. You can leave a response, but pinging is currently not allowed.