white coat syndrome.

i am in the hospital. no one knows why. i am already hooked up to one IV in the back of my left hand.

then they decide they need more. i am given a small piece of elatic, which i must wrap around my lower right arm until the veins bulge out so they may attach more IVs to me. for some reason, these are named after atm encrypting keys. they keep putting IVs into me which pump liquids into my veins or fill little vials attached to them with blood samples.

i hate hospitals.

cosmic whale

a person (thankfully not me) is being seduced by a talking whale into a D/s threeway with the whale and his person-shaped, flying, wood sprite/goddess wife.

the person is disappointed to find out eventually, after being seduced, that the whale is in fact not a whale but just a person and that he and the wife do this all the time.

there is some sort of thematic rock music involved, but i can't remember what.

and then i'm having dinner with my parents, only it's a sit-down meal (which never ever actually happens) and my father tells me that my aunt and uncle are having a party on the fourth of july from 7:77pm to 2:30am. i ask why and he says because that's what time the apocalypse starts in britain.

and then i wake up.