bare bones (April 13, 2025)

Lot of craziness here: food, bones (what is with the bones?) pregnancy, incision hole, blood, holding in, ambulances, female news reporter (yeah, some significance to that but I don't know what) , my mother,
don't remember any weather

This dream had the foundation for one helluva political thriller, if I could remember enough of it to write it out. And if that was something I wanted to write.

Food was in the first part; not sure of specific involvement. I'd had surgery and was in bed. I had pain in one specific location -- just under lower right side ribs. Nobody believed me that it hurt "that bad" and insisted it was something I ate and I'd have to wait it out. For me to quit being a big baby.
And then they -- mainly my mother -- left me alone. I dozed off and on for who knows how long but that pain in my side was pulsing stronger and kept waking me up.

Finally I lifted my shirt, and there was an incision there and the very top was unraveling and I could see bits of white splinters poking out, so I was trying to coax them out with my fingers, using a very light touch. They were very wet and slimy.
The reason it was so difficult to get the pieces out was because there was a bunch of them hooked together as a unit.
They were a miniature torso skeleton. Bare bones; very small and very white. about the length of my thumb and half as wide.
When I moved them out of the way, the wound started bleeding.
I stuffed the bones back in and put the palm of my hand on the hole and pressed down to keep it in there, because it would die outside. I needed to keep it in, and protect it,possibly from leaking.
And I became hysterical.
Eventually I was screaming about my baby, my baby, and yelling at my mother to do something; I needed help, etc etc.
She called an ambulance and brought me some ~cloth~ to put between my hand and the hole, but every time I tried to lift my hand , the little bones would pop up to the top of the bloody wound and I'd clamp down without the cloth and force them down deeper inside me
Throughout the whole rest of the dream, am holding my hand, palm down, over the bloody hole, with the lil bones bobbing around every now and then. My hand stayed clamped down on that one spot, except for a couple peeks to see if it was getting any better or any worse. Didn't see the bones again, but knew they were there.

The ambulance took me to a couple hospitals, and at the last one is where the reporter appeared. (Maybe she was listening to dispatch?) The ambulance told her they couldn't get any hospital tp even look at me, and she called a different ambulance that came and picked me up from the first ambulance at, I think, the third hospital that rejected me. She climbed in the back with me as they headed out and was helping me, clicking her tongue at the bloody hole where I just needed stitched back up to keep everything contained and make the bleeding stop. She helped apply pressure, and we were traveling down the road; round and round and round it goes. Where it will stop no one knows.
But it's going to be one HELL of a story! For the reporter.