Dream #4

from this morning, again after Morris cuddled up to me. Also disturbing.

I was cooking in a kitchen that in real life is unfamiliar to me. Alex, Sam, and Jared were there. They were not focal points of the dream and were not always in the kitchen with me. Their presence was apparent throughout the dream, even when they were in the next room. I cannot recall conversations I had with them or the nature of interactions with any of them. I know that I did have some and they seemed natural within the dream. The part I do remember distinctly was stirring something in a pot on the stove. For some reason I also had a knife and was cutting things on the stove or over the pot, I can't remember for sure. While I was cutting various food items I suddenly seemed to stop cutting things. I never saw where I was getting the food items from, they just seemed to appear in my hands. When I had nothing in my hands,  for some reason I kept making the cutting motion. Since there was no food in my hands, I ended up cutting straight across  my wrist. It was a few seconds in the dream before I realized what was happening. After cutting my wrist I just stopped and stood there, starring at where the food in my hand should be. Blood started pouring out of my wrist. I tipped my head to the side slightly and watched it flow down my arm and only the stove. I was not scared but I had not done it on purpose either. I remember thinking that it looked like a river coming from my wrist. After a few seconds I picked up a small rectangular bit of cloth and put it on my wrist. It stuck to my wrist and the river stopped. I took a dishtowel and wiped off my arm in one swipe. I turned my attention to the stove and was suddenly concerned that it needed to be cleaned off. Not because it would disturb anyone else, or because I wanted to hide what had happened, but simply because a stove needed to be clean in order for others to use it. I was on my knees in front of the stove, scrubbing away at the trail down the front. It was caked on and my fingers were hurting from scrubbing so hard. Alex came in and inquired as to what had happened. I told him and he insisted on taking me to get stitches. I was opposed to the idea because the blood was no longer dripping all over the place. Somehow the stuck on fabric rectangle had been replaced by a traditional bandaid. It showed no signs of bleeding through. I remember being in the car and driving somewhere to get stitched up. The next I know I am back in the kitchen, scrubbing at the stove again. Then my alarm went off. 

This dream really disturbed me so I looked it up in my dreams book. Massive loss of blood in a dream means loss of emotional strength. There was stuff about weapons, but I didn't think it applied at all. It also said something about needing emotional reciprocation. Its interesting that I have this dream today. If I would have had it a week ago then I may have agreed with the emotional draining, but I am not consciously feeling that way anymore.....then again, maybe I am and just don't realize it. I have been trying to get myself more focused over the past week. Who knows.