Somehow things always find a way to push the boundaries…
Last night is the first night I remember not having nightmares all night. My dreams were still strange but not nightmare strange. Still, part of the strangeness was dreaming that I was scratching my head gently and finding that I had cradle cap like the kids do. I remember dreaming that I was scratching it off gently – it wasn’t hurting or anything, even though clumps of hair were sometimes coming with it. I remember dreaming that I was dumping all this hair on the floor next to my bed because in my dream, I was only half awake, and I thought I would clean it up in the morning.
There were no clumps of hair when I woke up before, and while sitting my butt on the crapper, I ran my fingers through my hair, because that dream sort of stuck with me a bit and I wanted to feel my nice smooth scalp again just to be sure. I mean, I know I don’t have cradle cap.
What I do have this morning, is a scalp (and fingernails) full of blood though. I mean, what the fuck is up with THAT?
I’m guessing I either have one weird disorder where I can hurt myself so badly as to bleed but not wake up from it (and it wasn’t hurting in my dream), or my scalp is bleeding all on its’ own and I managed to feel the clots last night and make a dream to go with them.
I’d like to believe the former is true but it just doesn’t make much sense. Sure things are stressful, but I thought they were only hurt yourself consciously stressful. I do have to check that the latter isn’t, given everything else.
In any event, I have to see the GP which makes my day bigger than it was already going to be, and I have a really fucking sore head. Almost like I’ve scratched half of it off.