Dream 9, last night

My mom, brother, and I are at the top floor of a medical building. We walk into a small room with a glass window into another room - it's an place for people to observe an operation. My brother sits down but the nurse tells him to get up and come into the other room. We all walk into the surgery place.

This room is large, and it's walls are brick. It is dirty and dank. To our right, there are two gurneys side by side. On one gurney there is a corpse. The corpse is tanish brown, with darker brown spots, like it has been mummified. It is, or was, a young girl about Barium's age, and her hair is a brilliant red. Her mouth is gaping open. I see a small tooth.

I sit on the other gurney and watch the doctors as they take care of the corpse. One doctor gently lifts it up and carries it to a window. It is dark outside. As he sets the corpse down, the girl comes back to life. She steps out of her body, smiling, and throws the body out the window. Then she walks towards the exit door and fades into nothing.

While this is happening, my mom is talking about Eminem's movie, eight something. I am feeling increasingly nervous, partly from the corpse, partly from the fact that I am here for surgery on my foot. I guess Barium is here for the same thing. The doctors look sinister.

The nurse comes over and removes the wax paper on which the corpse was laying. She tells Barium to get on the gurney. There are chunks of dead skin from the corpse. Barium is all "Ewww! Gross!" as he climbs onto the gurney.

"You can brush it off, you know," I tell him. He does so. The pieces of flesh drift to the floor like snowflakes.

"Gosh," I say, grinning, "that girl must've had some really bad dandruff." When I'm nervous, I tend to make bad jokes.

Barium, who is also nervous, laughs. We see a nurse pull curtains around part of the room. Then the doctor turns of the light, so it is dark except for the shine of city lights through the window. Barium and I are laughing, and I swing my foot into the darkness, trying to kick one of those doctors. There's a shifting beside us, and some people grab both my feet and inject what I assume is an anesthetic into them. Barium is yelling.

As I fall asleep I realize that both my feet were injected. The doctors made a mistake. They thought one of my feet were Barium's. I might die from overdose, but maybe that's what the they wanted.