© 1994 Jamie Zawinski <firstname.lastname@example.org>
I was standing in my bedroom, and my vision was blurry in my left eye. No matter how hard I rubbed my eyes, it just wouldn't clear up. I looked in a mirror and noticed that there were two tiny red puncture wounds on each eyeball, as if a needle had gone tangentially through. The entrance wound on my left eye was on the iris, and the exit was just on the edge of the lens, which was what was causing the blurriness. I couldn't imagine what could have caused this; spiders, perhaps?
Suddenly there was a doctor in my room, and he was puzzled as well. He
stared into my eyes with one of those little ear-canal magnifying lights, and
made uncertain doctor-noises. Then I realized what the problem
``I don't know,'' he answered, ``six five, six seven, somewhere around there.''
That was it! ``Don't you see,'' I told him, ``the problem is that I'm growing uncontrollably! That's why my eyes are all messed up!'' He didn't understand, so I kept trying to explain this to him, but at the same time I was realizing that, since I had just started a new job, I didn't have any medical insurance. And there I was, with a punctured eyeball and uncontrollable growth: ``this is going to cost me a fortune,'' I thought.
So as I was standing there, worrying about hospital bills, and trying to make the doctor understand what the actual problem was, I noticed a bunch of people just outside my bedroom window. Naked girls. There I was, trying to explain a serious medical problem that I couldn't afford to have fixed to an idiot doctor who was in my bedroom while naked girls I didn't know pranced around out on my deck. Do you have any idea how distracting that is?
Then I woke up, and of course, having just woken up, my vision was blurry. Brief anxiety ensued.
See a graphic version of this dream in issue two of Jesse Reklaw's fine comic book Concave Up.