I drifted off into another mini sleep and began dreaming that I was compressing and massaging my breast implants like I was supposed to. As per the technique I was taught, I used both hands to apply pressure on the breast directly towards the chest. I decided to shift the direction of the pressure slightly and suddenly the implant painfully slipped out of its position and gave me a breast somewhere closer to my abdomen. Panicking, I tried to apply pressure to shift it back up and like a bag of oily jelly, it began to achingly move out of control all over my body to unexpected directions. I chased it down to my butt, up my abdomen, through the centre of my chest and even, at one point, under my rib cage. How I got it out of there, I do not remember. Finally, I managed to coax it back vaguely to it's proper position and decided to lie and wait for the nurses in absolute grief and agony.
Fortunately I woke up at that point, my heart pounding again in absolute fear. My breasts were still aching from the implants and a quick check confirmed they were in their correct location, I think. Glancing at my phone, I noticed that this extensive ordeal had occurred whilst I had been asleep for less than five minutes.
I hate these dreams.
2 comments:
Hi there Felicity...whoa... what a roller coster ride you're on!! My god you are brave. Thanks so much for sharing your experience. I have certainly felt some of your emotional and physical pain through your day to day diaries. Dreams are interesting because they can amplify our fears or joys and its always abit freaky when you cant tell the difference between reality and a dream when its happening. I was very impressed that you got your implant back into its rightful position in your dream. To me that means you have control of your emotions and you can deal with them, can face your fears etc. Wishing you a speedy recovery....and a shopping trip to try out your new body very soon!
Take care.
Rachaelm
Hi Rachaelm,
That's a rather nice interpretation of my dream, thank you and thank you for your well wishes.
There is some basis in reality though because being rather inquisitive I do tend to break a lot of things. So the usual routine is to panic, make it worse and, after a lot of panicking and stuffing around, somehow automagically put it back to something resembling it's former self (and then watch as someone else touches it and it breaks apart and they run off in total denial.. lol)
:)
Thanks again!
Filly
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