Hospitals and Family and Friends: They Always Find Something Wrong With You.

Date: 3/14/2017

I was in the hospital for a huge procedure. I has either having my body transplanted (which was an exchange,) or my skin transplanted. Of course I looked exactly the same after but it was a long recovery period and I spent the entire dream in the hospital. My family put lots of pressure on me to undergo this thing. They were there every day to push me into it. They were very judgmental. I was trying to keep them happy but I finally lost my temper one day and threw a tricycle they bought for a sibling down the stairs. It was smashed to pieces and they went very cold on me. You'd have thought I tried to kill someone. They tried to make me feel very bad for this, and I threw another fit, just a piece of the broken trike down the stairs, it accidentally hit a child. I was so sorry I rushed down to make sure the cold was okay. The father was very upset with me, but the child was rather intelligent and forgave me. She was 3 but a genius and I picked her up and soothed the pain. Then I was super attached to the child for a while. He let me care for her often after that. I went to the beach, to find her father, and there were guys I knew digging in red mud. I vaguely recalled part of this dream was a musical number and the digging was ordered by evil. I didn't really stick around to watch that part, I felt I been through it before and I really didn't want to get dirty again. That stuff was utterly impossible to get off properly. It was red clay and it stained. I met up with the father of the child and I had the child in my arms the whole time. She sat very comfortably against my chest, it was comforting and natural. He wanted to get on a plane and go on vacation. She wanted to go to the new amusement park. I sorta guilted him into it, the amusement park, he wasn't very adventurous. But the line was very long. And I was wearing a swimsuit, the day was dying and it was getting cold. I told him it would be a long wait, I'd been on it already that day, I had waited six hours. A friend of mine saw me outside the hospital, where the line began, and urged me to put on some pants. She was worried I would get cold. The guy said it was fine if I did, and agreed they'd wait for me since the line wasn't going anywhere. I went back to the hospital but couldn't find any pants I liked. There was laundry hung up everywhere, but the black pants dried itchy if hand washed and I was painfully away of triangle blue being on the chest of my black swimming suit. I didn't want to wear anymore color, I need more black. There wasn't even enough of a black ratio if I put on grey pants. A girl showed up, a friend of mine, this bright cheerful good thing, who wore a lot of bright pastel dresses as if she were in a musical herself, probably Hello Dolly. She noticed I needed help because I felt asleep looking for pants by the window. She found some and put them on me when I was asleep. I woke up and she had noticed something on my foot. She advised me to shave it off. It was just a little flap of skin near the heel. I had always had it. But then she went on in a long story about how that part of the foot was evil. It was your evil side, a demon which was trying to claw its way out. The longer you left it on, the more it grew. She told me she had had one and it had been clipped off. Now she was one hundred percent good. There was a diagram, like a wheel of tarot but not tarot, and if you put a circle overlapping one card and the next you could see how certain things were both evil and good and some were always evil and some were always good. The card The Bride was always good. And the card next to it. I was very interested in this information, it was new to me. I decided to look at the flap further and low and behold what I had always assumed was a very simple flap of skin, was a large separation of my foot into two parts. The second part was just skin and muscle but it was a large part of my heel. I picked it up and put it back down and pulled it out. It was actually only connected by a thin strip of flesh, but was so molded to my foots shape you couldn't see it when it was flush. I felt queasy thinking about it being gone, but also queasy that it was evil and attached to me. The girl made it seem like to was a horrible thing to have. I was contemplating removing it. I found a fish and put it in a tall thin plastic jar. It was a blue fish. A fresh water gerami. But I wasn't sure if it's type because it was half invisible. It became my pet and I carried it everywhere. Groceries were finally delivered to my hospital room. I was so happy to have them, but I felt guilted by the reaction of my friends. As if I had too much food. I had cereal, a popular brand, I put some of it in a silicone pantry jar for easy access and freshness. My friend was so excited I was eating that cereal brand, as if it was a thing like being a pageant girl. Either I decided to remove the flap on my foot or someone else removed their flap but one got taken away in a baby carriage. I think it was mine. The dream left me to pan out to the villain of the story. The master of the hospital was feeding evil flaps to a baby evil flap that was growing due to being fed. The baby evil flap was now a head and looked like a villain I was familiar with, one I had dreamed of before. He was very pleased the evil baby was growing rapidly.