Tack in the ear

Hey all, this is Kat. Sorry to break up the poetry chain, haha. I've been having a lot of weird and vivid dreams lately and thought it might be fun to share them to the world! In truth, the dream I had this very morning was in fact not all that interesting or vivid for that matter, so I'm going to recount a dream I had yesterday morning.

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The house was decorated with wreaths, the stair rail wrapped in garland and candles placed on the living room table, shedding a soft glow despite the dull gray light from the cold winter morning. "It's Christmas!" my dad announced as my family gathered around the table in the living room, presents piling under and around the table. Yes, there was a Chrismas tree in the corner, but it didn't seem very relevant. My younger sister was very excited and while she was allowed to open her presents, my parents demanded that I clean up the tacks that were for some reason attached to the wrapping paper (I assume maybe to hold the paper in place?). They were small thumbtacks of many sparkly and glittery colors to match the wrapping paper, and they quickly became a pile on the table as my sister tore the wrapping paper up, like kids do with presents. And as I was gathering the tacks in my hands, I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my ear. Somehow, intuitively, I knew it was a tack.

Yes, there was a tack stuck in my ear. I dropped the pile I had in my hands back onto the table and tilted my head, attempted to push the tack out of my ear by squeezing the muscles in my head. I'm not sure how that would work, but that's what I was attempting to do. Eventually, I knew that I would have to go to the hospital.

My dream suddenly shifted in which I was already sitting in the doctor's office, but I was no longer myself. I had become a character I love from a novel based on a video game, a young man by the name of Damuron. Sitting across a desk was my doctor, a character that a friend of mine had created. I was now a 25 year old handsome tan man with short shaggy black hair, but I still had that damn tack in my ear. I explained to my doctor my problem to which he leaned back in his chair to ponder. Eventually, he told me, "I'm sorry, but there's absolutely no way that we can perform surgery to remove the tack in your ear. However, if you come back every day to take this medicine I'm going to prescribe you, then it should eventually fall out."

I accepted this proposal without any further question and left. Apparently I had to walk down a long unused path through a forest in the middle of the night to get back home from the hospital and was walking along when I came across a series of statues erected in the middle of the path. There were at least five of them and they resembled totem poles although they were clearly made out of brown clay, and the painted faces seemed to stare into my soul. I wasn't sure what to make of the statues as I walked past them, other than that they creeped me out but were kind of funny at the same time.

My dream shifted again to where I was again walking home from the hospital at night. A few days had elapsed from the last "scene" and I had noticed that every time I walked home on the path, more statues seemed to be added. Some faced the direction I was coming from, others faced away, and at this point of my dream, there was even a statue laying on the ground in a fetal position. As I neared the last few statues, my doctor, who was a good friend of the person I looked like, stepped out from behind one of the statues.

"How are you feeling?" he asked.

"I've been feeling a lot better!" I responded without stopping as he watched me walked past. Turning around and walking backwards, I gave a bright smile and said cheerfully, "By the way, these statues are awesome!" and continued down the path. And although the character that I was kept walking out of sight, my dream then focused on the doctor who looked at the ground, a hand resting on the statue beside him. He gave out a small wistful smile and said softly, "I'm glad that they're helping you."

And somehow I knew that he was the one who made them, and he did it for me.

END DREAM