D R E A M S

Yesterday...

I was on a farm somewhere. It was a clear summery day. An enemy of mine (though unknown to me in my waking life) was on the farm. He did something to challenge me, something confrontational that made me react. I slunk off to a nearby barn. I think it was the workshop of the farmer who lived there, because there were all sorts of parts for combines and tractors hanging on the walls and from the ceiling on chains. I starting grabbing huge pieces of metal and machinery and somehow incorporating them into my own body, my mass growing as I did so. Soon, I looked like a cool shiny giant robot. Now giant, I snuck back to the other barn where my enemy was. He had turned into a giant robot too!!! I ran past the opening to the barn he was in, hoping he'd give chase and I attempted to push a lawnmower in front of his path, but for some reason (perhaps it had been sitting for a long time and sunk into the ground?) it wouldn't move. He didn't end up coming out through the portal anyway, so I came looking round and he took a swing at me. I ducked and gave him a nice upper-cut, just like in Mike Tyson's Punch Out. Soon, we were grappling in some sort of a mechanical wrestle-mania. My opponent grabbed my metallic codpiece and the pain sent me into partial submission.
"Tactile sensitivity...force of habit," said I, strained.

This morning...

On my way to stay with a family whom I do not recognize from my waking life, we are passing through some sort of public space, like an airport. As I walk, I notice what looks like some sort of primate, perhaps an orangutan or a chimpanzee, sitting with a woman. I approach, because I think, "how cool, a big monkey (monkeys are not primates I know, in my waking life)." When I get close, I notice that the simian has a growth on it's forehead near it's left eye. It looks like some sort of tumor. I then realize that we may be in some sort of hospital or something and I ask if he's going to get some sort of animal surgery.
The woman is quick to correct that it is "pet surgery." I don't really understand the difference, but I wish her luck and I feel very bad for the little chimp.
Later, there is some action at the home of this family I am staying with, but I can't really remember it. Nothing too exciting, really, I'm not getting any sense of high emotional activity, just mundane things.
I see the chimp later with the woman. Post-surgery. This time I notice that he looks quite a bit more human-like and I feel that I may have made a mistake before. I think maybe he was always just a not very comely human - not a non-human primate. I feel a little gauche.
The baby primate looks a little weak, but the growth is gone. I ask if he is going to be fine and the woman points out with some sort of surgical-looking metal tool another area to which the cancer has spread and then she forces the mouth of the chimp/primate open, only it is not like a normal chimp mouth, it's more like some sort of weird alien mouth that I've probably seen in a movie before. It is a mouth like a t-intersection and he has four lips that end in sharp points almost like a 4-way beak. Inside his mouth it is somewhat slimey and she is showing me how there seem to be little growths in there as well.

Brian posted at 8:38 AM.