Eye ball removal

Date: 7/21/2018

I was walking back from the park, to my house. It’s a 5 min walk, which involves walking up a steep incline. After getting about half way home. I bumped into an old friend from my school, Liam. Liam had aged quite a bit. Huge, typical South African beer belly, balding a bit, and towered over my small figure. (in my dream, my point of view is from my eyes. I can also view my character from an outer body experience. I hover a few meters above ,looking down. Therefore my mind could also roam freely and view other details which my body couldn’t see,not in a lucid manner, rather just picking up on small details,randomly. Zooming in and out, uncontrollably into the space and area I was in. therefore I could see behind Liam’s head at his balding patch even though I’m looking directly towards him) His demeanor reminded me of Hodor, from Game of Thrones. He was gentle when he spoke, not persistent. Out of nowhere a pick up truck pulled up next to us. Rather tattered and worn down. Another distant friend was driving it, Finn. He wanted to offer us a lift. I was heading home and agreed. Liam piled in next to us and announced that him and I would be fucking. Finn, pulled off, without noticing what Liam had just said. I looked at Liams, pleading face, a little startled. “Liam” I said, “I’m a lesbian, I eat pussy”. He looked at me blankly and told Finn to drop him off. We had driven for about a km and Finn still very dazed and expressionless, proceeded to stop the car and wait until Liam hopped out. Liam thanked him and hurried off. I stayed still in the car. Without acknowledging myself or Liam, Finn slammed the door in place and drove off until he got to my house. I didn’t tell him to stop because he got out the car. He started walking, anxiously towards the house, opposite mine. I wondered if he had known we’d been neighbors. I followed him into the basement . He didn’t seem to mind that I followed him. We walked up some stairs to the main house. Inside was a bright yellow corridor. Very dim and the dust on the floor was evident. I walked behind Finn, timidly. When a door swung open to the left of us. A man walked out belly first. He scrutinized us from behind a white mustache and red blotchy, swollen face. Caused from years of drinking and sun burn. He mumbled something like “you two have fun now” and burst out laughing, the buttons down his shirt straining, as the laugh bellowed out from his belly. An old lady came out from behind him. Haunched over, shuffling, whittled hair. She rasped something. Her eyes sunk in. Staring at Finn and I. Finn, still emotionless, turned away from the pair and walked to the end of the hallway. I followed. When we got to the end. A doctor in no overalls, said that Finn had been late. Finn was pulled into a room and I stood awkwardly, watching. He was made to lie down on an operating table. I felt confused (is this why, he wasn’t speaking to any of us) the room had bright colored stripes down the wall, highlighted by the tinge of a yellow fluorescent lighting. Buckets stood under the operating table but I only noticed them when they started dumping pieces of Finns nerves into them. This was some kind of procedure. Doctors and nurses huddled, hushed around Finn. He closed his eyes and let them measure and draw labels on his face. I stood frozen, watching this in the corner of the room. Then the doctor picked up a sharp tool and stabbed Finns forehead. As far as I was aware Finn wasn’t given anesthesia however he didn’t flinch, cry out in pain or move. The doctors began to cut chunks out of Finns forehead. At this point, my curiosity peaked. “what’s going on?” I softly said. A nurse looked at me and replied coldly “Finn signed up for an eye removal”. I sat back down satisfied with the answer. However when they cut into Finn there was no blood. Once they cut a perfect square in his forehead, above the eyes. I could see inside. Inside were soft, rubbery, plastic tubes, wires connected with bubble balls at the end. They were floating around his hollow head. I somehow knew they were nerves. (It didn’t strike me that Finn wasn’t a normal person, in the dream although he didn’t bleed or scream in pain. ) Once inside his forehead the doctors started pulling on nerves forcing them to slide out his nose. When the doctors touched the nerve, Finn finally screamed in pain. Clenching his eyes shut and gritting his teeth, saliva sliding down the sides of his cheek. The doctors were connecting more plastic tubes into his body and ripping the old ones out his nose, they slid out smoothly. He was squirming under the scrutiny. The doctors worked fast but the cause of the procedure started fading. The doctors just started randomly connecting and tugging at his veins. No eyeballs being removed.... and the dream ends.