Archive Retreival 2 - 11 May 05 Wednesday

Original Post Date: 11 May 05 Wednesday
Original Post Title: Dream #1

I was dreaming that my mom was comatose with a feeding tube and hooked up to a respirator... But she kept moving around and scratching herself badly. A few times, we found her out of the bed, sitting in a chair, with all her tubes ripped out and she was bleeding. It was so agonizing. Then the dream changed, and I was the one in the bed, with tubes in my nose and down my throat and all hooked up. I was supposed to be in a coma, but I knew what was going on. I could see and hear but I couldn't move or make noise. I knew there were people around me. I tried to talk so hard, but my voice didn't work with the breathing tube. I tried screaming over and over until I woke myself up with this hoarse yelling I was actually making in response to dreaming about yelling. Then I went back to sleep, and had this other sad dream that my mom and dad and I were out in the barn at the incubator which was full of ducks eggs. It wasn't a real incubator, but a pot of hot water. To hatch the eggs, we dipped each egg in the boiling water for a few seconds, and instead of cooking the eggs, it was making them grow. Then we peeled off the shells and these beautiful black or yellow wet tiny ducklings were inside! THey dried off and were so pretty and fluffy. A few of the eggs didn't "incubate" all the way though, and when it hatched it had no head and died. It made me so sad. Then I realised that my parents were hatching these duckings to eat them!!! I was terrified! I tried to gather them all up and take them away, but there were too many. I couldn't save them, so I grabbed as many as I could in my arms and ran to my Mother, crying my heart out saying "Mama! don't eat the chicks!! Please Don't eat the Chicks! You can't! Look at them they are so beautiful , Don'tt eat them!!" And I was crying so hard in my dream it hurt. My mother and father looked at me and rolled their eyes and sighed, like 'here she goes again, being all vegetarian' but they didn't understand. The chicks knew. They were scared, they didn't want to be food, they wanted to be ducks and grow up to make more ducks. Those poor poor little chicks. I don't understand how people can eat ducklings. I want to save them all. I wish everyone respected animals. But they don't they segregate into "pets" and "food" and because we label some "food" they must be inferior. That is so ridiculous! ARGH. its so frustrating. I don't know. ANy way, I woke up bawling my eyes out, sobbing and choking because I was crying so hard. I had to get out of bed and wash all the tears off my face. It was horrible. I just have this picture of a basket of beautiful chirping chicks that were fated to die at the hands of my parents. I can't think about it anymore or I'll cry all day.