weird dream
4 Oct 2006 09:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mayoraaseiWent to sleep this arvo because actually started dreaming with eyes open in 8am lecture this morning. Had this weird dream where a good friend got cyanide poisoning.........==;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;
We went to a place that seemed really familiar to her, like her parents' shop or something (which later in my dream turned into my house, with the exact layout), and she saw two boxes of...gift food (didn't look like chocolate) on the table, apparently dropped off by someone unknown to the shop-minding-person. She sat down at the table and started eating it while calling her dad, who was in China. She asked him how he was, and then her voice went really quiet and sobre. After the telephone conversation, she kept eating...
I don't know what I was doing in the intervening time, but when I got back to the room an unknown number of minutes/hours later, she had her head down on the table. I thought she was asleep, so I moved her into an inner bedroom, and went back outside.
A certain amount of time later in the evening, I was eating...and later I found a man, who was her relative and was also eating, had fallen asleep in the same way. I moved him a lying position too, but for some reason I started getting suspicious. ...I don't remember exactly why, but since in the dream I was taking note of specific symptoms >__>;;; must be something there.
Anyway, I called the ambulance, and OMG THERE WERE SO MANY "PLEASE PRESS ###". I finally got to a human operator, and I detailed the scene to her (what my friend did, what her "symptoms" are, what I've done with her, and the address...for some reason it was my home address). The more I spoke, the more shaken I sounded, and when I finished, there was nothing on the other end of the line except silence.
Then it just happened that I was standing at an angle where I could see into the bedroom where I had left my friend, and there was a guy in a white T-shirt walking towards my direction. I guessed that he probably cut the phoneline (not sure exactly how), and belted out the backdoor (conveniently also having the keys for it) and climbed over the wooden fence to the block of units behind our house, shouting for someone to let me use their phone.
...The rest of the events were really muddled, but the police did come, even though they took so bloody excruciatingly long.
I'm not sure why cyanide I immediately thought of cyanide in my dream ==; It could have been anything, to be honest, even though the most important symptom seemed to be just unconsciousness...no diarrhoea or vomiting as often associated with ingested poisons...
We went to a place that seemed really familiar to her, like her parents' shop or something (which later in my dream turned into my house, with the exact layout), and she saw two boxes of...gift food (didn't look like chocolate) on the table, apparently dropped off by someone unknown to the shop-minding-person. She sat down at the table and started eating it while calling her dad, who was in China. She asked him how he was, and then her voice went really quiet and sobre. After the telephone conversation, she kept eating...
I don't know what I was doing in the intervening time, but when I got back to the room an unknown number of minutes/hours later, she had her head down on the table. I thought she was asleep, so I moved her into an inner bedroom, and went back outside.
A certain amount of time later in the evening, I was eating...and later I found a man, who was her relative and was also eating, had fallen asleep in the same way. I moved him a lying position too, but for some reason I started getting suspicious. ...I don't remember exactly why, but since in the dream I was taking note of specific symptoms >__>;;; must be something there.
Anyway, I called the ambulance, and OMG THERE WERE SO MANY "PLEASE PRESS ###". I finally got to a human operator, and I detailed the scene to her (what my friend did, what her "symptoms" are, what I've done with her, and the address...for some reason it was my home address). The more I spoke, the more shaken I sounded, and when I finished, there was nothing on the other end of the line except silence.
Then it just happened that I was standing at an angle where I could see into the bedroom where I had left my friend, and there was a guy in a white T-shirt walking towards my direction. I guessed that he probably cut the phoneline (not sure exactly how), and belted out the backdoor (conveniently also having the keys for it) and climbed over the wooden fence to the block of units behind our house, shouting for someone to let me use their phone.
...The rest of the events were really muddled, but the police did come, even though they took so bloody excruciatingly long.
I'm not sure why cyanide I immediately thought of cyanide in my dream ==; It could have been anything, to be honest, even though the most important symptom seemed to be just unconsciousness...no diarrhoea or vomiting as often associated with ingested poisons...
