Aristo! Aristo! A la lanterne!: Weird dream-a-rama

Wednesday, February 27, 2013

Weird dream-a-rama

So this is what drove me from my warm bed at 4am.....

In the dream, I am volunteering at some clinic or event... no idea what... except it was being held in a huge empty strip-mall store. Somebody managed to get a boo-boo, and I headed to my car for the trauma kit stashed in the back.

My car is an elderly station wagon, buick-ish, and parked waaaaay across the lot. As I am walking towards it, I see people in the car, bailing out, and it's obviously damaged. They run away, sort of, but also stay around to taunt. I see they are teenage hoodlums... basically idiots... crowing abut all the 'great stuff' they stole from me. I'm thinking to myself.... no 'great stuff' in my heap worth taking, and I am laughing at them.

I get to the car, and see it's totally stripped. Drive line gone, hood gone, wheels gone, interior stripped..... and I am still laughing to myself. It was a $500 junker, and I would have GIVEN it to them just to watch the strip process.

Then, I look towards the trunk (Which wagons don't have), and realize the little bastards stole my trauma kit and I wasn't going to be able to help the woman with the minor injury.

THAT'S when I got really pissed off, and woke up.

I think the dream means I need to build a second med kit, and keep it someplace besides my car......

2 comments:

og said...: I carry my computer with me everywhere. My daughter calls my computer bag my "purse". I can live for three days on it's contents- meds, spare shirt/undies/socks, couple cans of spam, some ziplocs, and a small trauma kit. Not extensive, but enough to deal with one badly injured person. All under twenty pounds including computer/power supply and mouse.; February 27, 2013 at 3:30 PM
Old NFO said...: The subconscious works in strange ways...; February 28, 2013 at 1:15 AM

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