My dream last night... log-arrhythmic... nice one from one of my readers :)

It was interesting and would love comments :)

I have been writing an article on redox shifts and COVID-19 for about 2 weeks now and will promptly finish later today or tomorrow (star), but in the spirit of memory freshness, I wanted to recount the dream I had last night. It was very vivid. I was told I am going to die soon by a log reader.

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I will try to recall the part at ‘the end’ of the dream since it is the most ‘proximal’ in my memory data banks. I was lying down in a room that was pretty bright (at least, it wasn’t dark) on some kind of medical table. I felt pretty relaxed and the room was kind of like half inside, and half outside. My doctor looked a lot like my friend Dr. Tina Peers - it wasn’t her though because Tina is a wonderful and attentive person and the woman in my dream was not so attentive. It wasn’t that dream doctor wasn’t a great doctor, she just wasn’t so… empathetic.

I think I had gone to visit her to check something general - like blood work - something I do in reality for fun every year, just to compare as I dare as I age. I am not sure why I was lying down on a medical bed but, dream world is weird like that. She was about 3 meters in front of me on the outside part of the room which really was, outside. It was almost farm-landish. There was a home-made wooden fence - like the kind made out of a logs supported by other log posts with wire binding them together and ‘filling the gap’ of open spaces between them. It was damp outside - like morning dew type-damp. She was standing in front of this fence, and stacked behind the top rung log was another log. Perfectly planed, smooth, dark. It looked like it may have been cedar. But aged. She used this log as a diagnostic tool.

What I saw her do was this: she effortlessly rolled this 2 meter long log around the top rung log so that it was in front of her - like on the other side of the top rung log. This particular log was made of cedar, (I think), but it was rotten such that she could easily pull chunks away and peel pieces off of it, if required. Her technique seemed to involve asking a specific question about me (or some patient) - the physiological condition of my heart, say - and then she would grab a specific part of the log (that seemed to be analogous to the position of the body part she was asking about pertaining to me), and peel off the outer part, or pull off what she could (allowed by the log) and then ‘read’ the piece that came off in her hand. I remember the important death-telling piece was in her right hand.

Before I saw all of this, I had become impatient lying on the medical bed, and asked her what was taking so long since I had only come in for a random blood work-up. I expected to hear: ‘Everything’s perfect. See ya.’ and to be able to go on my way. So when I asked her, her answer and/or reaction indicated to me that she was kind of not interested in my well-being. She walked slowly over from the log (she had replaced the piece she had extracted) - at this point I had no idea what the hell she had been doing - and she told me ‘You don’t have much longer to live’.

I was like, ‘What?’. What on earth was she talking about? I came in for a check and now after playing with a log she was telling me I was on death’s door? I asked for her to explain. I had to ask a few times, in fact. It wasn’t that she was explicitly annoyed to answer me, but she certainly didn’t seem to want to be bothered. But she did. She guided me over to the log and explained what the meaning of the piece that she pulled off of the ‘heart area’ of the log meant, with regard to me.

She had ‘re-inserted’ the piece or chunk of wood back into the log after having pulled it out in her original query pertaining to my heart health. She pulled it out again and held it in her right hand, as I said. It was like a beautiful small piece of driftwood with right angles - like any piece of driftwood you might find whilst beach combing. It didn’t look exactly like this below, but not dissimilar. The jutty-outy bits were where the knots were.

Anyway, she held it in her right hand and told me that the shape indicated that I would die soon since my heart was weak, or something. I looked at her and was still like, ‘Huh?’ It didn’t make sense. There was also another part of the log that had indicated I had something else wrong with me. She didn’t seem phased. I was left thinking, there must be something to this but she must also be wrong.

And then I woke up.

I thought to write this down since I am fascinated that my subconscious brain came up with something so specific and so ‘condemning’. Thanks subconscious! What a pal. I am not worried, just amazed and amused. I love my dreams.

Does anyone have any knowledge of any traditional medical techniques that sound like this? I feel like there’s something too real about it for me to dismiss it as simply my subconscious mind wanting to be connected to trees.

Going for a run. My heart is strong like bull and the trees love me and I love them. :)