A Heart Full of Rain

Date: 9/19/2016

I was driving around with someone aimlessly not to far from town, in a red striped open topped car. We were by the ocean He was sexy, we were laughing. We stopped and got out at a hockey arena that looked mostly like a cross between warehouse and a mill. Lots of brick. We went inside and I was immediately dubbed one of the people on the local men's hockey team. More of a mix of young men, boys, and some older men coaches. There was the standard equipment. Wierd jumping chambers, and a nurses station and hall way just past the also included boxing rings, boxing bags, and ofcourse fighting men. The nurses were all the same looking with white shirts under blue scrubs. Me & man can stole away upstairs and hid from the current procession that looked like boot camp lineups by cots or beds. Which had a window at the end with a balcony/fire escape that had a great view of the ocean/bay/inlet. We viewed this occurrence and slipped into a back room past a curtain and had some happy omg were gonna be caught sex that was exhilarating and satisfyingly fantastic. I got caught walking around afterwards having not done my evaluations. Including a jump & throw test, physical by nurses, and some type of surgery evaluation on my baby boy whom had popped up while I was roaming around and chumming and was originally a 2/3 year old. Periodically I had to save him from near death (you know, the norm with preschoolers) nothing odd. Then all of a sudden I'm donning Hockey equipment. Very old fashioned and I was doing so very poorly putting it on, before I finished (not knowing I wasn't done) (I had forgotten a mouth guard or something it looked very odd, I skated around a bit I think because it was off a rink or the rubber portion next to the rink which also had a boxing arena in it (wtf) and I was placed in the jump & throw box. where I had a handler who helped me leap up as I tried to throw a blue ball into a fucking cubby hole in the ceiling of said box. Which was also glass, or the hockey rink glass/plastic, and it was all dinged up. Every time i jumped up, I jumped absurdly high, and every time I threw, I missed. Every time I landed I smashed my teeth, But I didn't feel Anything. By the time I was done jumping 6-8 times my handler pulled out a rag and collected my spit after trying to shove a mouth guard in my mouth during the last three jumps and realized I was bleeding profusely. But to me it looked milky and pink tinged. Not profuse. Because by the time I'd turned to face him he said all my teeth were broken, so I Then. And only then. Did I begin to panick rushing to find a mirror in a neighboring bathroom and proceeded to pick the shards out of my mouth whole bits of teeth and bluey green and red pulpy nerves were dangling and I was taking my hand and pushing up on them trying to see if they were all ok or All completely fucked. I ran to the doctor who immediately admitted me, he was just hanging out in the hall, I didn't have to wait. After the relief of knowing that I was getting my new veneers I began wondering, Hey. Where the fuck is my kid???? This is the worst part. my son was being held upside down and then upright again back and forth butt naked now in his infancy form, though his face was not towards me I knew it was him because of his crying, sounded just like he does now when he's angry, And alllllll of his Beautiful blonde hair was shaved off his head, ((which (in real life) is currently 4-5 inches long, bright platinum caramel blonde and cherub curly)), was in a pile on the trunk/bench next to him in all its traumatizing glory And I said "You shaved all his hair!!!!!" They said "We shaved all his hair." And then I realized what the dripping substance was all over his body and coming out his ass, it was blood and some kind of creamy white substance Along with two tubes running through his ass and out his head I screamed why is he bleeding???? I guess it was a standard evaluation involving utterly murdering him because if I'd have not woken up at that exact second. He'd have undergone further fuckery and for the happiness of the nurses, death.