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cimorenei had a very odd dream. first of all, i was taking slate and his insuline somewhere else to give him a shot, and then i was with my dad at a conference center place, in a hotel, only it was really a school, and i was registering for a creative writing class. actually, now i think of it, there was a lot of reading going on too--the professor (a skinny guy with a british accent) and other students were advising me quite seriously that "porn" was one of the best reading materials for this class. i was obviously really enthusiastic ("this means i can write slash! and read it!") and i was attempting to explain to my dad the positive qualities of it. ("but romance is the perfect place to develop writing skills because it's just slightly limited, and--.")
so then he took me out to dinner with my grandfather and great grandmother (who is dead now, but in the dream she was pretty talkative). only while i was at dinner, i was getting ready to give slate his shot and accidentally scratched myself with the needle. this made me remember that insulin had been prescribed for me for something--not diabetes, because it was temporary. so i was going to use slate's, but luckily decided not. but then it turned out i'd left my bag at the class, so we had to go upstairs and, um, somewhere.
the classroom was full of people taking an exam when we got back to it and i was sweating and nearly fainted as i went down the stairs, but i got my backpack. no insulin in it. outside it was raining and flash-flooding, and i had to keep my coat on but i was still hot. my dad had to carry me to the car.
we went through the drive-thru window at rite aid to fill the prescription, and then back to dinner, and grandma and grandpa were miraculously still there. i was going to just give myself the shot and i suddenly remembered i was afraid of shots--i jabbed the needle at my arm and it hurt like a mofo, and then i suddenly couldn't remember whether i was supposed to have 5 or 7 units, but i was pretty sure it was 5 and i'd almost taken 7, so i pulled the needle back. my arm was turning red and swelling and my hands were shaking. i started crying on my dad's shoulder, which my grandfather pretended to ignore ostentatiously, and the waiter came by to refill our water glasses and it was all very embarrassing. i was taking deep, deep breaths and trying to calm down enough to remember how much insulin when i woke up.
so then he took me out to dinner with my grandfather and great grandmother (who is dead now, but in the dream she was pretty talkative). only while i was at dinner, i was getting ready to give slate his shot and accidentally scratched myself with the needle. this made me remember that insulin had been prescribed for me for something--not diabetes, because it was temporary. so i was going to use slate's, but luckily decided not. but then it turned out i'd left my bag at the class, so we had to go upstairs and, um, somewhere.
the classroom was full of people taking an exam when we got back to it and i was sweating and nearly fainted as i went down the stairs, but i got my backpack. no insulin in it. outside it was raining and flash-flooding, and i had to keep my coat on but i was still hot. my dad had to carry me to the car.
we went through the drive-thru window at rite aid to fill the prescription, and then back to dinner, and grandma and grandpa were miraculously still there. i was going to just give myself the shot and i suddenly remembered i was afraid of shots--i jabbed the needle at my arm and it hurt like a mofo, and then i suddenly couldn't remember whether i was supposed to have 5 or 7 units, but i was pretty sure it was 5 and i'd almost taken 7, so i pulled the needle back. my arm was turning red and swelling and my hands were shaking. i started crying on my dad's shoulder, which my grandfather pretended to ignore ostentatiously, and the waiter came by to refill our water glasses and it was all very embarrassing. i was taking deep, deep breaths and trying to calm down enough to remember how much insulin when i woke up.
