I dreamt that some of my skin was peeling and so I peeled it, but instead of thin layers, it came off in chunks. Gross thick layers of skin. Off my feet and hands. At first it seemed that nothing bad was going to come of this peeling, but then suddenly I realized I was covered in blood. I was at my babysitter's house (but I was an adult) and she just sent me to the kitchen for some bandaids. These huge gashes just kept bleeding and everytime I opened a bandaid it already had blood on it. I got a couple on but the main gashes were too big for bandaids, so I finally said, please, someone help me get some gauze on these. Wes did, though he was very dismissive of my pain and fear. He did a half assed job helping me and then left and I continued to try to make the gauze cover my gashes but couldn't quite get it taped down right.
Messiah complex anyone?
