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Wednesday August 4, 2004

Excerpt from “
Dream Bridge

I am going somewhere, following a road. It deviates off to the right into the countryside. Somehow the road becomes a winding stream. I am moving along just above it, following its direction, but not in it, rather floating above and using it as my guide.

After awhile the stream straightens out and becomes a road once more and I am “on” the road again. I know that just ahead it will reconnect to the main road.

 However, just in front of me is a large slow moving vehicle. It has some kind of round tank on it, like a tanker truck that carries petrol, but I know it isn’t petrol. It’s something else. I’m not sure what, I sense it is like water, but different, more than water.

 I follow along patiently until the vehicle pulls off the road and I continue just past it to the main road. After a very short distance I find myself at the destination – the road ends at a kind of “boardwalk” that runs perpendicular to the road. It is not a road in itself but rather a walkway. There is a golden aura to the boardwalk, it literally glows.

 The walkway is bordering a deep ravine, but as I approach the edge, and look down I see not a river down below, but a kind of city. I see buildings, people, all moving about here and there, going about their day.

On the other side of this “ravine” or space is another area of land at the same height as the side with the boardwalk. I can’t see what is on the other side, just a sense of light and color. Somewhat to the right and stretching out from the other side and reaching across the ravine to my side is an arched wooden bridge of such beauty it is breathtaking. It is not made of pieces of wood, but rather carved out of one huge block of wood. It is suspended in air above the ravine, anchored on the other side, but it does not quite reach the boardwalk where I am standing. This “gap” of space does not bother me, as I know it isn’t time for me to “cross that bridge” and when it is time the bridge will be complete.

 

February 14, 2004

A Hole in the Head

I am in a doctor’s office. There are several doctors and nurses around me, and one who is operating an ultrasound while another is examining something in my brain. I have a hole (apparently made by the doctors) about 2 inches in diameter, in the upper top left side of my head. The doctor in charge of exploring has several long thin tools, one of which he uses to lift up a flap of brain covering to examine a mass just underneath it on the surface of the brain. (Though I am the patient, I can also see some of this from the doctor’s perspective) He begins discussing what to do when the doctor using the ultrasound mentions another discovery on the other side of my head.

The doc working on the left side with the open hole, then goes over to the other doctor and they stand there discussing quietly - I can’t hear them. Meanwhile there I sit with the hole in my head. Finally the doctors come to the conclusion that they will study the matter further before continuing - and everyone starts to leave the room. I still have a hole in my head!

I ask them what to do about it - I’m imagining all kinds of things, it is open to the air, it could get infected, they can’t leave me like this. The doc says they don’t want to close it up until they decide what to do about the right side as they may still need to look into things on the left side. They don’t seem concerned about the fact that I have this hole in my head, they just tell me they will get back to me in a few days.

And they leave me there. I am feeling both outraged and perplexed, and no idea what to do.

Comments:

Oh this is so funny! A hole in my head! I could feel it, somehow see it (dreamer vision, after all) and was so worried about figuring out how to protect it. I’m sure I could go fifty different directions with this one!

 

 

 

February 15, 2004

Hole in the Head Part Two?

(note: No dream reference to the previous dream within this dream)

I am in a doctor’s office undergoing a procedure to remove a small amount of tissue from my brain. I am awake and sitting up. The doctor (female, my Thyroid doc, actually) has an instrument with a small drill on the end. She must drill a small hole, barely larger than a needle, directly into the top of my head. She assures me it will not hurt, and indeed, as the drilling begins, I can feel the pressure, but no pain.

The drill breaks through the skull, leaving a small hole. The doctor then gets another instrument, similar to a syringe, but longer, metallic, with some kind of metal tube on the end. The tube is to go into my head and remove some tissue. Some kind of imaging is helping her guide it in - she must put it far enough in to reach the tissue she needs, but not too far - a very delicate procedure.

The instrument reaches the depth, and she locks it in place and leaves the room, saying we must wait for the instrument to collect the tissue. I sit there very still with this metallic thing sticking out of the top of my head. Suddenly I get dizzy, fall forward, catch myself, but I am worried that now the instrument has displaced itself. The doctor rushes in and checks it, tells me it is okay, and they have enough of a sample. She then proceeds to remove the instrument. End of dream.

 

 

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