Hallucination date - 17th June 2017
A house that we used to rent on Hatchlings road had a front garden. In my dream this garden had a secret garden that you could walk into. In the secret garden was a sea container hidden by thick foliage - the only way to find this container was to walk deeper into the garden. When I opened the door, inside I found my dentist and he injected me in my hand via a cannula and put a ventilator on me to knock me out. When I woke up he had carved my hands off using a jigsaw. He had stitched them up and turned them into stumps. I had flower presses screwed down onto each hand stump. I just wanted to get away. So that's what I did, I left and walked back up through the magic garden.
If you want to know why the flower press, I'm guessing it was because I used to do flower pressing and cross stitch when I was young and these memories are resurfacing. I went to Brighton hospital for further surgery. I went to hospital and when I got there it was the same man who was my dentist now posing as my doctor. He tried to put another gas mask on me but I didn't want it. I struggled to get it off but he forced it onto me and I feel asleep. I remember breathing it in and it was cold, It felt very real. When I woke again at the hospital my feet were chopped off. They had also been stitched up and I had flower presses also screwed down onto them. I wasn't happy so I got up and left the hospital (unfortunately I didn't leave a trail of beautiful flowers behind me).
Then I woke.
A house that we used to rent on Hatchlings road had a front garden. In my dream this garden had a secret garden that you could walk into. In the secret garden was a sea container hidden by thick foliage - the only way to find this container was to walk deeper into the garden. When I opened the door, inside I found my dentist and he injected me in my hand via a cannula and put a ventilator on me to knock me out. When I woke up he had carved my hands off using a jigsaw. He had stitched them up and turned them into stumps. I had flower presses screwed down onto each hand stump. I just wanted to get away. So that's what I did, I left and walked back up through the magic garden.
If you want to know why the flower press, I'm guessing it was because I used to do flower pressing and cross stitch when I was young and these memories are resurfacing. I went to Brighton hospital for further surgery. I went to hospital and when I got there it was the same man who was my dentist now posing as my doctor. He tried to put another gas mask on me but I didn't want it. I struggled to get it off but he forced it onto me and I feel asleep. I remember breathing it in and it was cold, It felt very real. When I woke again at the hospital my feet were chopped off. They had also been stitched up and I had flower presses also screwed down onto them. I wasn't happy so I got up and left the hospital (unfortunately I didn't leave a trail of beautiful flowers behind me).
Then I woke.
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