Pain in the dream theater last night
I’ve gotten pretty good at managing chronic pain but occasionally it gets away from me. While I’m sleeping, my dreams often invent explanations for it. There’s the “hip pierced by sheet metal after auto accident” dream, and the more common “legs crushed by collapsed building” one. I’ve spent a few nights dreaming that my shoulder or hands were crushed, to wake up in pain. Not a recipe for restfulness.
Last night was a new one that I hope isn’t loaded into the dream projector again. My hands had somehow gotten pierced by little sheet metal bits, some 1cm deep, and I was sitting at a picnic table pulling them out one by one with needle-nosed pliers. An old friend from Tennessee was there watching; we were on the lawn in front of his church up in the hills there.
I only woke up when I pulled the last bit. It was still dark and Diane was breathing slow and regular. My hands were hurting like crazy, with some accompaniment from my shoulder. I’ve been up for an hour and moved around a bit; they’re mostly better. Going to have to be a bit more rigorous in the pain management. Waking up this tired makes for bad days.