last night
built to spill says that nobody wants to hear your dreams, unless the dream is about them. but i don’t care. i can’t get this one out of mind, how vivid it was.
i was donating my kidney to someone, a friend i haven’t seen in years. i don’t know why, but everyone was convincing me that this was the right thing to do. even my parents. i was terrified about the procedure, and kept imagining myself gutted. i was put to sleep before the surgery, but woke up in the middle of it, completely alone, but opened up. i walked over to the neighboring table to hand my kidney over. it turned out i had four, two on each side, and was giving two of them to my friend. i stayed awake for the remainder of the procedure, and they stitched up my chest so that there was a huge circle. and i woke up.
for some reason i would think that this would be a scary dream, but it wasn’t. so real though.