My senior year in High School I discovered I had an egg sized cyst growing ever bigger in my jaw. My oral surgeon had to put me under remove the cyst and fill the gaping hole with cow bone. As an added bonus he also removed all four wisdom teeth at the same time. Last Thursday I had a second surgery on my jaw because the cyst had grown back. This time they took my bottom right, furthest back molar to ensure the removal of every part of the sack of growing death. As a result I was out of it on narcotics for a couple of days. Drug educed sleep can lead to bazaar dreams. Here’s a good example:
“He walked away from the prison after two days thinking there was something ironic about it being the 15th of March, but glad that somehow someone had discovered his innocence in the matter. The strangeness of the whole ordeal didn’t sit well with him but he pushed these feelings aside, eager to return to his family.
His return home would mean exhaustive questioning from his wife as to his absence for the past 13 days. It was not uncommon for him to leave for work and not come back for days, sometimes weeks with no notice. No matter how often such disappearances occurred his wife always questioned him in detail upon his return, detail he couldn’t give her. He dreaded these cross examinations, and at the same time eagerly waited for them, it meant she cared. Still unsure of the story he would give her this time he drove the hour and a half to his secluded home on the mountain in complete silence. A good agent was able to compartmentalize his life. This was a time for quite, a time for solitude, a time for rest.
The house on the top of the mountain was concealed. Partially chiseled into the rock, only those looking for it could see it. The driveway took him directly into the mountain, through an inch deep water fall, past the front door and into a garage the size of a small parking deck. He parked his black sports car, commanded it to turn off and open the door, left his brief case, wallet, and jacket and nearly jogged inside. Opening the door was like opening a refrigerator, something was not right. The boys were at the bar eating dinner, while their mother, cute as can be in her apron, was hovering about, moderating the meal. The situation stank of normalcy, disregarding the fact that wife completely ignored husband.
The boys hadn’t noticed their father who stood by the door watching them. The five year old dropped his fork and got off the stool to pick it up. When he stood up he exclaimed “Daddy!” This call grabbed the attention of the clumsy three year old who tried to scamper off his stool to follow his big brother who was already half way to his father. Before either of them had reached their destination they herd a not too unfamiliar sound. It was their mother, telling them in her sternest tone that it was quite time for them to wash up and get ready for bed. They could do nothing but obey.
Husband looked at wife and begged for an explanation as to her coldness. Examiner and defendant had traded places and the defendant was exercising her right to remain silent. The prosecution continued for 20 minutes. Wife continued to completely ignore husband. Suddenly and very randomly the strong agent who had survived unthinkable amounts of torture grabbed his heart and almost broke down with a shriek of “I have to go!” At this the wife protested. Her silence broke but her strange, cold manner didn’t. The man insisted that he had to go. He didn’t know why but something, call it instinct, told him he had to get out of that house immediately. In a flash he called his boys who ran to him in their pajamas. He picked them both up in one swift motion and carried them out the back door. He called ahead of them for the car to open the door and turn on, tossed the boys in the back seat and drove off.
About seven minutes down the road he heard a faint explosion and looking in his rear view mirror saw that the mountain top had exploded. He was thankful that the boys were already sound asleep.”
