iabervon's Journal: Don't do this (cont)

I'm having some sort of odd dream. There's some music playing, and the sound of breaking glass. I realize it's a dream, and try to wake up. Then I'm having a different odd dream. My roommate is standing over me, and I'm sitting in what seems to be a dishwasher. After continuing to try to wake up for a bit, I realize that it's not a dream any more. I am, in fact, sitting in the dishwasher, and my roommate is now removing a two-foot piece of glass (with only a tiny bit of blood on the very end) from my shoulder.

Turns out that the music was, in fact, playing on the TV, and the breaking glass was real, wasn't dishes (which I thought at first), but was the window by the sink, which I broke with the back of my head. Walking away from the sink, I'd passed out and fallen backwards into the dishwasher, which was fortunately nearly empty and can evidentally support my weight.

I then drank a glass of sugar-water, ate my stew (which had finished microwaving by that point and was getting cold), started to get cold when I had removed my overshirt (since it might have broken glass on it) and was sitting next to the broken window, moved to the other room (without much difficulty), ate a bunch of gummy bears, and drank a mug of hot tea and a bottle of iced tea. By this point, I was feeling pretty much fine, and managed to go out that evening without any ill effects. The only damage seems to be a small puncture wound on my shoulder and the broken window.