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I'm at a wedding, but I don't know any of the people there. We are in a large reception room and the bride and groom are on stage. The bridal party start to chase each other while on the stage, when the stage suddenly collapses. Everyone starts running to help the people out of the collapsed wood. The bride and groom are fine, but a bridesmaid has a piece of glass sticking out of her stomach. She is bleeding a lot and people are walking around not calling 911. There is a guy who is standing next to her trying to do something, but it is obviously not working. At this time, I spot my sister across the room, and she is wearing her white coat. I push her towards the lady, but all she does is take her blood pressure. The lady dies, but no one seems really interested. I walk away from the crowd, when I realize I have a piece of glass stuck in my stomach as well.

However, it does not seem as if it is in very deep, so I pull it out. The cut starts to bleed, so I look for a bathroom. The bathroom has a glass medicine cabinet, so I take out peroxide and a cotton ball and begin to wipe the cut. The cut where the glass was is very shallow, so I think everything is fine, until I realize that the cut extends all the way to my right, and the cut is so deep there, that I can see the layers of fat under the skin. I start to panic, and try to hold the skin together so no internal organs fall out. I walk around, trying to find someone to call 911. I finally see my cousin, and she does call, but they say they can't send over a doctor until Tuesday. I go outside, and get on a bus and tell the driver to take me to the hospital. We get to the hospital, but the dream skips and I am walking outside. I lift up my shirt and the cut is still there but stitched up. I suddenly realize that my bag is missing and I have to go find it. I'm looking around, and on my back is a very heavy bag that I can't seem to put down. That's it.

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Searching Buddha:

Wow - the color schemes in your dream reveal a lot about the mood of it. The glass everywhere and the white (hospital) clothes and the inability of everyone to affect change that is so obviously necessary.

And then, at the end, the worst thing happens - you are afflicted by the fact that no one would do anything, but there's nothing you can really do about it.

It's quite Ryderesque how your cut gets stitched up, but then you lose your purse!

AK:

The white really does stand out in your dream, from the wedding to the hospital, and I can almost see the blood/wounds.

It's interesting that there's no one around to help but you still end up okay...

The way I read it, you've just got too many things to deal with. And that glass in your stomach is just a shallow indicator of your burdens, like the bag on your back.

Lily Briscoe:

It's interesting that your sister wasn't around to help you with your wound. You took yourself out of the crowded reception room to tend to your wounds alone. Even after seeing the bridesmaid die as a result of her injury, you didn't panic. But when you saw the injury was deeper than first thought, you started looking around the ballroom for a person to call 911. Even after your cousin calls, the paramedics let you down. It seems like the dream is a series of attempts to find help, to seek out someone who can deal with a situation.

Scott Cheshire:

Wow-one of my favorite dreams of the semester. I love how the wound migrates to your stomach. Which then of course lets us read you as the bride. Kafka, so often, has stomach wounds in his dreams--and the often migrate and double--like in A Country Doctor.

Sonomas:

I agree with Scott -- really fascinating dream. The wedding theme seems to be pretty prominent for a few people of late. A wedding is typically a symbol of hope and the future, but is often fraught with anxiety and fear. When the stage collapses underneath the bridal party, it can signify lack of control. You could write a paper on this dream.

annie hall:

My mouth literally fell open while reading this dream (Dr. Violence is back I see). I'm a "regular" of your blog and I can't get over the fact that you have so much violence going on. You have a lot of your family in this dream. Maybe you're suppressing some real hostility.

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