Dreams of a Badass

Sometime Saturday evening, I was walking up the slope where we have our citrus grove while cutting an orange with a knife. Unfortunately, I was paying a little too much attention to the ground and not enough attention to my fingers, and so I now have a flesh wound on my pinky. I haven’t cut myself with a knife for a while, other than this incident, and so it came as a bit of a shock to me. What scared me was that it really didn’t hurt, despite the orange juice which was all over my hands. Although it did sting when I rinsed it out, it never really hurt, and honestly it isn’t that bad the first day or so. I will admit that while I was in class on Monday I did slice right through the same spot with a piece of cardboard on accident, and that pretty much sent me through the roof.

I had such an odd dream Wednesday morning. At six I woke up and did my sit-ups with my mom. Then I went back up and laid down, thinking I’d sleep for twenty minutes and get up with my alarm. Unfortunately, when it went off, I turned it off and fell back asleep. The dream I had was vivid, intense, and strange. My family and I were all at Knott’s Berry Farm, and we were standing under the Ghost Rider, where it goes out over the lane to the parking lot. The sign outside said something that I remember as very odd, although I’m not sure what it was, and my dad and I remarked on it. We went in, and we were told the story of the Spear of Longinus, and how a gladiator who looked like that actor from The Mummy took it and murdered a couple in a small town in Pennsylvania. Then the scene changed and the German (I think) actor from that Sandra whoever movie, 28 Days (not the one about zombie-like crazy people-- the one about drug addicts) was there with his wife (girlfriend?) and he was suicidal. I didn’t see it happen, but he ended up killing himself by throwing himself onto a bed of toothpicks, which were all pointing straight up. It was all very creepy. I think part of the creepiness came from the faux-old-English everyone was using, plus the Old West (in Pennsylvania?) setting.

In case anyone cares, I ended up getting out of the house exactly 10 minutes after I normally do, despite waking up exactly 10 minutes before I normally leave, which means it took me 20 minutes to shower, get dressed, gather all of my crap and start my car. Not bad, considering that it often takes an hour and a half.

Today when I went to use the restroom I noticed that my knuckle was bleeding. Briefly, this excited me because I thought that maybe I looked badass. Then I realized that it just looked like the cat had scratched me, and that no one would believe I laid into anyone anyway. Then I washed my hands and went to class.