Last night I had really weird dream.
For whatever reason, I was missing three toes on my right foot. I had the big toe and the pinky toe, but the middle three were missing. I don't know what happened to them, but it was obviously some kind of trauma, because the skin in between them had been stitched shut (it reminded me of the stitches I had after a melanoma removal surgery, sort of sticking up).
Anyway, I was really upset about it. Needed to keep the stitches clean but needed help because I couldn't bear to look at them. I was upset because I couldn't walk anywhere and I couldn't get a wheelchair (okay, that happened last year; couldn't walk, couldn't get a wheelchair), so I was essentially bed bound. I probably could have walked with crutches or something, but I didn't. Idk, it was a dream.
But through it all, I realized that the reason I couldn't walk is because without toes, I couldn't balance properly. And if I couldn't even walk, I certainly wouldn't be able to dance or ice skate anymore. And I was devastated and couldn't stop crying.
When I woke up, I did check my feet to make sure all of my toes were there because it was the type of dream that felt very real.
Though the scenario was strange. I was later comforted by the realization that one permanently unusable foot wouldn't necessarily keep me from dance. There are dancers who perform in wheelchairs and with canes, so it's feasible. Additionally, I could still do aerial.
But I guess moral of the story is, I'm more upset by the idea of losing my ability to dance/skate than I am losing body parts? If there is a moral at all?
Brains are weird, man.














