"I should probably go to the hospital," I thought, feeling dizzy. The rest of the dream was long and in full detail but I won't get into it. Basically went all about town for the holiday and I kept telling people I needed to go get stitches, and they would agree with me then go back to whatever they were doing. My fingertips turned dusky purple on both hands. What was odd is the fact that my hand hurt, in the dream, I don't know if I was laying on it (I wasn't when I woke up) but every few minutes I'd look down and see all the blood and the open, trembling wound and it would start aching badly and I'd hold it in front of me, moaning and whimpering, while nobody paid attention.
By the end of the dream it had started healing and I'd stopped showing it to people.
Right now my arm still has mild throbbing pains and I keep looking at my hand expecting to see blood.
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