anyway now that I am done with that moment of touching and poignant humanity (actually just revealing that deep down I am a stupid whiny shitbag like the rest of us) it is time to talk about the dreams I had last night
I don’t know the context at all, but for some reason my hand got amputated and replaced with a prosthetic. I think it may have just been recreational surgery, even. Then the dream ended.
Then for the rest of the night, I kept having interesting dreams - planning a pizza party for a study group(?), watching a basketball game, etc. etc. Just a lot of reasonable dreams. But every single one got sidetracked when I looked at my hand and thought, “yo where’s my prosthetic” and then the rest of the dream was about peeling off the layer of synthetic skin that covered it. Then it was off to the next dream, where I was again perplexed by my apparently natural hand until I removed the skin to find the black metal I was supposed to have.
When I finally woke up, it took me about an hour of lying in bed looking for the seam on my forearm to realize it hadn’t happened. I was and am so disappointed.
I consume media about prosthetics and transhumanism like pornography. I anxiously await the day prosthetics achieve full articulation because I want one.