Sunday, March 27, 2011
Well, it is technically apparent....
It’s been quite eventful really, the past 24 hours or so. After a day of general seediness, I developed a serious headache last night.
I’m not a person who’s ever been prone to headaches. True, I’ve had them in the past on those quite rare occasions when I’ve deserved them as a result of over-indulgence in ... various things that came from a Wine and Spirits Merchant.
The point is, even though I’m an utter woos in these matters, this was a thumper. To be serious, such things weigh heavily on my mind, I must confess. In this case, it could be the consequence of a number of things, and I’ve decided not to go into the possibilities right now. I’m pleased to say that the actual splitter of a headache has gone, though I still have foggy head syndrome.
That’s OK. I am all too used to that.
I slept for a good six hours after going to bed early, but I did have a strange experience. I was lying on a hospital bed. Beside me was a doctor I had never seen before in my life. If I wasn’t entirely naked on the bed, then most of me was. If she said anything to me, I can’t recall any of it. She was focused on my groin. That’s a bit weird, I can tell you.
Then, as if she had pressed some secret button like a bank manager does when there’s an attempted holdup, another medico appeared. He was standing behind her, and both were looking intently at me – again, and I was getting increasingly irritated by this – he was focused on an area below my navel and above my knees. Pretty well midway between them, in fact.
I was lying neither on my side nor on my back, at about a 45 degree angle but facing towards these two who I can only assume were doctors. After what seemed an eternity, the male blond curly-headed chap spoke, very slowly and precisely.
“What is technically apparent....”
Yes? I was thinking, truly irritated by now. Get on with it, you tosser....
I could hear butcher-birds or magpies warbling and the curtains in front of the windows showing evidence of light behind them, and I realised I was starting to wake. I was already between two layers of consciousness. No! Get on with it... say what you’ve got to say....
“As we come face to face with....”
My heart was pounding. Say it. Spit it out!! Now!
But I was now more awake than asleep. I closed my eyes and tried hard to get back into the dream, but it was too late. For whatever reason I was not going to find out what all this was about, the two of them still staring intently at the family jewels, but alternating with the dawn chorus, including a gaggle of kookaburras, laughing their heads off.
Shouldn't that be a giggle of kookaburras? Just what I need. Even the birds think it's a joke. Go back to sleep... quickly!
I thought if I scribbled down exactly what he said before I forgot it, then somehow this might lead me back to Dr Blondie-Shirley-Temple and his lady friend. I very much doubt it, though. A pity. I’d like the sod to stop beating about the bush and finish his sentence. I want to know what else I'm supposed to come face to face with.
Look, for whatever reason, I got signed up by some malevolent spirit for a brain tumour. If there’s something else I need to know, just come straight out with it, buster. But I do reckon I have my fair share on my plate as it stands. And keep your eyes off the cojones. Both of you. Both of them, too.
At least I don’t have a headache this morning, though obviously I'm feeling a bit bolshie. And yes, I have every intention of going on with 'Illusion, truth and reality' whether you like it or not!