Dream Journal
Mom, grandma, and I were in grandma’s small gray car. Mom was driving and I was sitting in the middle front seat. Grandma had gotten her hand caught in the doorway while getting into the car; half of her right pinky finger had been sliced off. Dad did the same thing on the same door a few days previous.
She wasn’t worried about going to a doctor about it; she had wrapped it up in the used kleenex that she keeps under the band of her watch. I kept staring at her stump: it did not seem to bleed at all.
Grandma had wrapped the piece of her pinky that had been sliced off in some more kleenex and set it on the dashboard. It kept rolling back and forth as mom drove. Most of her kleenex was used for her stump, so the detached piece was not completely wrapped - I could see the entire long fingernail.
Mom drove us into our parking lot and parked the car by the front door; they were talking and didn’t get out of the car. I started to feel suffocated and needed to get out of the car, but because I was sitting in the middle, I couldn’t unless they did. All I could do is stare at her finger piece and its fingernail sitting on the dashboard.
Themes: Mom