English Blood

Another outtake from my non-unicorn decorated dream journal:


We're somewhere with a group of people. At one point I think it's Sundance and wonder where D. is. For some reason, I go to a doctor. The nurse draws some blood, but says it isn't enough.

All of as sudden, I'm getting an IV hooked up to me and a bag of blood for a transfusion. I start freaking out and say, "I won't ever be able to donate blood again since we're in England!"

Someone says to me, "Well, you probably shouldn't have eaten that cheeseburger either."


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