It is early morning in this dream, it is just becoming light outside. I'm heating up some orange juice in the microwave, except it's contained within a saline bag.
I contemplate the thought of vitamin C absorption by the bag once it's been microwaved, as it spins around.
Ding! it goes, followed by a whining shhhhhhh... noise. I open the door and the bag explodes.
My housemate is standing next to me and the top of his hair is completely blasted off, leaving the sides untouched. I can't help but laugh because it is so hilarious. Then I apologise profusely..
Then we are in the next scene, where we are sitting in a lecture theatre, listening to a talk comparing oral and IV contrast in cardiac surgery.
And I think - since when did they use contrast in cardiac surgery anyway?
Then we are walking home and the time is late afternoon. It has just rained and a pleasant scent of fresh grass is in the air. As we come to a corner, I realise that the house we live in is the house on this very corner.
It's a huge old wooden house with peeling weatherboards and chipped paint. Set slightly back from the street, there is a heavy hedge at the front which is made of broad beans. I marvel at these broad beans which are ripe and plump, almost like they are ready to burst out of their pods.
I can't resisting picking a pod and popping the beans in my mouth. It explodes in a sweet juicy mess and I exclaim to my housemate how delicious the broad beans are.
The police are coming! He says, nervously looking down the street. How will we explain the explosion this morning and all those broken windows? Panic grips his voice.
I think for a moment, and say maybe we can just tell them, that the broad beans got too ripe and we didn't have time to pick them, so they exploded!
Then I woke up.
I contemplate the thought of vitamin C absorption by the bag once it's been microwaved, as it spins around.
Ding! it goes, followed by a whining shhhhhhh... noise. I open the door and the bag explodes.
My housemate is standing next to me and the top of his hair is completely blasted off, leaving the sides untouched. I can't help but laugh because it is so hilarious. Then I apologise profusely..
Then we are in the next scene, where we are sitting in a lecture theatre, listening to a talk comparing oral and IV contrast in cardiac surgery.
And I think - since when did they use contrast in cardiac surgery anyway?
Then we are walking home and the time is late afternoon. It has just rained and a pleasant scent of fresh grass is in the air. As we come to a corner, I realise that the house we live in is the house on this very corner.
It's a huge old wooden house with peeling weatherboards and chipped paint. Set slightly back from the street, there is a heavy hedge at the front which is made of broad beans. I marvel at these broad beans which are ripe and plump, almost like they are ready to burst out of their pods.
I can't resisting picking a pod and popping the beans in my mouth. It explodes in a sweet juicy mess and I exclaim to my housemate how delicious the broad beans are.
The police are coming! He says, nervously looking down the street. How will we explain the explosion this morning and all those broken windows? Panic grips his voice.
I think for a moment, and say maybe we can just tell them, that the broad beans got too ripe and we didn't have time to pick them, so they exploded!
Then I woke up.
