poles through head.

[wakatopatopa]

Okay, so, a little background. My ex just got out of jail several months early. We broke up while he was in jail, and he's upset with me, but I would like to be able to talk to him and be his friend.

Then, last night, I had this crazy dream. What I remember most vividly is that we were trying to go to where he was staying. (We were broken up in the dream.) He said it was in 3rd Ward in Houston (and it most definitely was an imaginary location that even in my dream I realized was not real), which is one place we lived when we lived together, and we had to go to a little airport to get a plane there. We went to the airport, which was more of just a junky runway, and there were a lot of families around, mostly Hispanic. Then out of nowhere a tornado popped up. So my ex and started running. Then I saw a little chubby kid trying to run away, so I stopped and scooped him up. I carried him to a little enclosed place and sheltered him until the tornado passed. I got up to look for my ex, and he was staggering around a few feet away. This is where things got really weird.

He had had two long, thin silver rods driven through his skull from right behind his chin out through the top of his head on either side of his mouth. He also had had eight more identical rods driven through his body, all perfectly spaced, four on top, four on bottom, parallel with his shoulders with the second row being right below his chest. I grabbed him and he laid down in the enclosure (I'm not sure how with those things sticking out of his back) and I thought he died. So I was touching his face and crying really hard, when he started talking. Turned out he was alive, and he sat up and pulled the two rods out of his head. I started FREAKING OUT (who wouldn't?) and started screaming that he had to go to a hospital because he had to be bleeding into his brain. He insisted that he was fine and walked off.

Then it gets fuzzy for a bit.

Next thing we're at a comedy club (that I for sure made up in my head) that seems to be run by some seriously wacko fascists. They kept having lockdowns and stuff, and we'd sneak outside with some of the comedians to have cigarettes. My ex seemed fine, but then my Mom showed up and insisted on taking him to the optician. He came back and was okay. Then I was outside smoking when I heard someone yelling that someone inside was having a seizure. I heard a deep voice saying something (my ex had a very deep voice) so I ran inside and started telling people "that's my husband. He just had rods driven through his head." When I got to where I thought he was, it was a woman, and my ex was just standing there in a clown wig laughing and laughing.

Some more stuff happened later including me putting on a very strange pair of pants, but I don't remember it very well. I just can't get the image of him with those bars through his head out of my head. Any suggestions? Thanks for all your help. I'd like to figure out what it means so that maybe I can stop thinking about it.