Another wacked out dream last night. It was winter (strange as I was boiling in bed) and a bunch of people were going across a field hiking or whatever in the snow. I was riding on the “suicide machine” (a device that my dad and I constructed years ago consisting of 2 skis and a seat mounted on top (it went fast)) and somehow got tangled up with some other group in an accident. Somehow a zipper from one of my… something in my pack or something of our groups (which is strange as I don’t remember anyone helping me (I’ll explain in a sec)) bags or something. Anyway a zipper got stuck to the kids face! Actually I thought it was his arm but in the end of the dream it was his face. Anyway, you know how sometimes your shirt will get caught in your zipper? Same thing except with skin, and a lot of it (a couple of inches at least). So for whatever reason I was helping this kid (named Martinez and from #north if I recall correctly, a young spanish kid ). and trying to figure out how to unzip this thing properly. After quite some time of doing nothing (sitting in the snow with my tarp or whatever attached to this poor kid and wondering what to do I guess), the kid just pulled!!!!! This is the point where (as it often happens in dream land) the injury relocated itself from his arm to his face. I watched as he slowly pulled, and watched as the zipper ripped down the side of his cheek. Freaky shit huh? I immediately grabbed napkins or kleenex or whatever to stop the flow of blood but when I looked it seemed the wounds on both sides had somehow healed themselves. Almost stitched closed as if the zipper had left bits of itself there as stitches. Around then I told the kid that he’d have an interesting scar but it was going to be ok and then someone who knew what they were doing arrived. I think. Anyway, sometime around then I woke up.
Trippy huh?