So I was shot in the middle of my back with an arrow last night…
Movies don’t effect my dreams, not at all… Agent Barton, I didn’t even have the pleasure of seeing you- that is, if it was you who let lose the arrow that stuck me right in the middle of my back.
It didn’t hurt, at least, not right away. As I was telling my friends that maybe we should call an ambulance, I fell to my hands and knees as the poison started to kick in.
I had the most vivid sensation of it spreading, starting at my hands, all the way up my arms, through my chest, and down into my legs. It totally messed with my equilibrium; as I tensed up on the ground, everything started going all tilty.
If you’ve ever had vertigo, which I have, you’l know that it’s very, very disconcerting to have the world feel like it’s on an angle, and moving. To top it off, I had the feeling like I was going to fly up away from the earth. I hung on for dear life.
It started hurting, and then the screaming started. I’ve never screamed so loud in a dream before, but it was the weirdest thing- I don’t think I make a damn sound. To everyone around me, I was silent, mouth agape.
So there I was, clutching the ground, mouth wide in agonized terror, with an arrow sticking out of the middle of my back.
Finally they got me into the back of an ambulance. The paramedic pulled the arrow out of my back; but it’d had a special arrowhead, and it took a bunch of me with it. There was a clump of weird spongy flesh, which was apparently inconsequential back tissue, but also, to my horror, the paramedic showed my a chunk of my stomach. Again, screaming.
I finally managed to wake myself. It had felt completely real, and the relief I felt upon realizing that it was only a dream was like plunging hands covered in acid into a neutralizing bath. I almost cried, but managed to calm myself, enough even to go back to sleep.