Last night I dreamed I was interacting with characters from “Lost”. At some point we were trying to find a plane, and then a few of the evil characters died. Then we were in a theatre and some people were fighting so I broke up the fight and Sawyer got mad at me and shot at me 5 times. I got hit with all the bullets, but they were really small and I didn't even realize I was hit at first.

About 5 minutes later I asked Jack the doctor what the spot on my stomach was and he said it was a bullet wound. So I had him start removing them. The first one I pretty much took out myself with my hands.

Then he surgically removed one, and he attempt to take a second one out. He made a cut on my torso and it looked like there was something wooden inside. Then as he cut a little wider a whole pistachio in its shell fell out. He realized he had cut too far and then all of a sudden there was a huge opening sliced into my large intestine.

He hung his head in shame, and I started freaking out. By the time I had calmed down I had already been stitched up. But he told me that I would need surgery right away and that the only places that could do the surgery were Thailand, India, and Las Vegas. I don't know how we got off the island but the next thing I knew we were walking down the hallway of some resort mall with our suitcases in Las Vegas.

I don't know what happened after that. But I remained very still the rest of the night thinking I shouldn't move because of the stitches. And then the first time I hit my snooze alarm I remember thinking that I couldn't get up because I was hurt.