I woke up around five this morning with a blog idea. I have been trying to figure out how to write about the five years I worked for a large government office. I’ve written a handful of posts, but don’t like any of them. I woke up thinking, “vignettes” and also “Bactine.”
In the dream I was having when I woke up, I was walking around with a rather large semi-open wound in my right side. I have no idea how, but a five-inch circle of my side, including a cross-section of ribs, had been removed. It was like the lid of a pumpkin, you could take it out and then put it back.
The wound exposed a membrane that kept all the internal stuff inside (I’m pretty sure there is no such thing). I was holding the removed piece in place with my hands, walking around trying to find Bactine. People along the way kept telling me things like, “It’s nothing, a band aid will take care of it,” to which I would respond, “No, I’m pretty sure I need some Bactine.”