It was one of those dreams I kept waking up from and then returning to, this morning way before my normal waking-up time.
It was a skeleton dream . . .
In the dream, I was disassembling my skull in some kind of medical theater, using instructions schematics that looked to be from the 19th century. I was demonstrating how the skull is made of pieces which fit together like an intricate puzzle, to Dr Jo (my radiation specialist) and Dr Neuhaus (my doctor when I had Typhoid in Mexico City in 1986 and nearly died in the scary Mexican healthcare system). Why these two men? The two things linking them is a) being doctors during major healthcare crises, and b) speaking with German accents like mad-nazi-scientists in B-grade thrillers – Dr Neuhaus was German-Mexican, and Dr Jo is Korean but did all this studies and internships in Germany and thus speaks English Germanly.
Once my skull was apart – and how is it that I was working on it so easily, being "inside" it? – then my brain came apart like a package of instant udon noodles (soft but cold and tangled together) but each curve had a clear purpose and role. I knew them all perfectly and spoke about their functions to the watching doctors. I needed to fix what was wrong, but then I mixed up two strands and couldn't remember which was which.
With increasing panic I look to my instructions but they blur in front of me, because … my brain was coming apart. And it went on and on.
That was my dream.
For the record, what I did to my computer on Monday (which has knocked me off the internet for the last few days) was that I was trying to put Linux on it, and I made a stupid mistake by not paying attention, and so I had no operating system for a while. It was actually a problem I handled with equanimity – much more so than the problem I'm continuing to have with my phone (battery). I think it might be time to get a new phone.
I wonder, though, if the dream and the computer/phone problems are connected. I think they are.
[daily log: walking, 5km]