[cancer] Life’s only a metaphor anyway

Last night I dreamt my own death. It wasn’t literalized, was in fact highly metaphorical even for dreamspace, but I knew this for what it was. The situation involved top fuel dragsters, some of my co-workers from the Day Jobbe, and the cast from the recent Star Trek reboot, in character. Ultimately there was a botched beheading, and pale white blood.

I have got to get a handle on these emotional reactions to the apparent return of my cancer. (Now! Held over due to popular demand! SRO!) And I will, once we have some direction and a better sense of the treatment plan. But for the moment, the odd thoughts and disturbing dreams and emotional eddies are here.

Liver surgeon in a few hours. Then we’ll know more.

5 thoughts on “[cancer] Life’s only a metaphor anyway

  1. Sän says:

    I give you permission to dream my death instead. With my raw meat & spoiled milk diet and my wild, chewing-on-roadkill lifestyle, it should afford some unlikely yet entertaining scenarios.

    Death by flat zombie squirrel, to start with…

    1. Jay says:

      Watch out, you might get what you ask for. 😉

  2. Cliff Winnig says:

    I dreamed my own death by being skewered by Stormbringer once. Sadly, I think it was a metaphor for the relationship I was in at the time.

    If you have Star Trek dreams in the future, I hope you st least get to fight a Gorn.

  3. Cora says:

    Well, at least your dream involved the cast of Star Trek.

    I’ll be keeping my fingers crossed for the liver surgeon appointment.

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