spinothalamic highway
24 Nov 2009 12:49 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mayoraaseiI'm just thinking how helpful it would be if I went to sleep tonight and dreamt that I was a nerve impulse travelling along the nerves all the way up to the brain. For example, I could start out in some peripheral nociceptor and maybe travel up the Radial Street and merge into the Brachial Road and finally go through the tolls at the Dorsal Root Ganglion, where I then enter the Spinothalamic Highway (maybe at toll gate C7 or C8 XDD) and cross over to the other side and zip all the way up to the Thalamus, as I wind down my windows and wave at the motor decussation in the pyramids and the olives and the posterior inferior cerebellar artery. And maybe I can figure out if I am then supposed to turn onto the Internal Capsule so I can get up to the Cortex. >_____>;
Where's the magic school bus when you need it. Sigh.
Our uni website died an hour ago, which was exquisitely timely as I was halfway through the online revision questions ==;;;
I had an interesting dream a week ago that I didn't write down and now I regret it because it was more interesting than driving up and down a spinal tract. There was a bag of powder which hid a strange chemical/toxin/medication that got delivered to a teenage boy by mistake, and some evil organisation kept trying to get it back from him, except he gave them a fake bag of powder and handed the real one in for analysis...and then the evil organisation kept trying to get hold of him because they wanted that powder.
This morning had an incredibly bizarre dream involving NCIS agents in the middle of a crime case and thanks to Madam Director, Ziva got killed in an explosion. Then McGee called Gibbs and there was a total role reversal as he snarked Gibbs into coming without giving him an earful =0=; I haven't even watched NCIS in a while.
Sigh. Where are all the good dreams when you want them.
Where's the magic school bus when you need it. Sigh.
Our uni website died an hour ago, which was exquisitely timely as I was halfway through the online revision questions ==;;;
I had an interesting dream a week ago that I didn't write down and now I regret it because it was more interesting than driving up and down a spinal tract. There was a bag of powder which hid a strange chemical/toxin/medication that got delivered to a teenage boy by mistake, and some evil organisation kept trying to get it back from him, except he gave them a fake bag of powder and handed the real one in for analysis...and then the evil organisation kept trying to get hold of him because they wanted that powder.
This morning had an incredibly bizarre dream involving NCIS agents in the middle of a crime case and thanks to Madam Director, Ziva got killed in an explosion. Then McGee called Gibbs and there was a total role reversal as he snarked Gibbs into coming without giving him an earful =0=; I haven't even watched NCIS in a while.
Sigh. Where are all the good dreams when you want them.
