Ye gods, what a dream.

dreamdaisy

It was a doozy, an absolute sparkling diamond of horror, to the point that, when I woke I considered waking the spouse to check me over. Common sense ruled.

I'd joined a circus thanks to my novelty act of 'Daisy, the Amazing Pin Woman!' This was me, dressed in a sparkly leotard, who would stick hundreds of pins in herself, go on-stage, add some more then do some tumbling tricks (oh the dreams are cruel ) and then (with help so the process was faster) remove the pins. On this occasion it went wrong (surprise, surprise).

I had gained the stage and added the extras, then the tent caught fire and we had to abandon ship. I pulled on a tight protective suit of jacket of trousers, (thus driving the pins further in) couldn't find my sticks (until then not needed) and had to make my way out to the fresh air. I then had to start removing the pins because they were really hurting, but I couldn't undo the clothing. I managed to roll up the trouser legs and remove those below my knees, and the sleeves so I could free my skin up to the elbows but that was it. There was no-one around me to help (how true is that!)

I then woke up in more-than-the-usual level of pain and found myself gingerly checking my upper arms and legs, shoulders and neck, expecting to brush against the pins. My nightdress was hurting my skin where it touched. At this point I was considering waking The Spouse but, as I said, common sense ruled (plus he's a little clumsy and I preferred to pin check myself). I calmed myself down with some sensible breathing, but oh boy, the hurt in my arms and legs, shoulders and back (huh?) was all-too-real.

I had a physio session yesterday, except that it wasn't because I'm in some trouble with my right knee and she was helpful about that. The rest of the day was far more hurty than usual but I knew that would be the case. The muscles though, that was something else, hence the 'pins' I suppose. As you know I am not a great one for analysis and navel-gazing, it happened, it's passed and I'm OK but I am wondering whether that was the fibro reminding me it's still here, keeping me company. My muscles do become tender and sore, maybe I had been holding myself far too stiffly after the physio (and a bit of shopping), who knows? Anyway, there's not a pin in sight so I'm good to go! DD

Numptydumpty

Oh DD, how awful and just as you were at the PINnacle of your career

mig

Crikey DD that was a doozie. Mig

GraceB

Crikey! I'm glad I wasn't in your dream but am so sorry you had such a disturbing experience. I hope that tonight you get a better night's sleep.

Take care,
GraceB

stickywicket

I'm struggling to get past the 'sparkly leotard' plus sticks image

I shouldn't laugh because, as we all know, dreams can be very realistic and scary and, in this case, painful. (Mind you, I still am laughing )

May I suggest that, tonight, you remove the hair shirt before donning the leotard for bed?
Plus some very gentle ((((()))))s

(PINnacle of success? Oh Numpty, It's so good to have you back. Thanks for PINpointing that bit )

LignumVitae

I'm sure Freud would find something other than rheumatology to pin that one on, especially the sparkly leotard plus fire suit bit. I rarely dream enough to remember things but it sounds awful. Was the leotard PINk?

theresak

Wow!! Daisy the amazing pin-cushion!

barbara12

I feel for you DD..some dreams are so vivid and scary, :shock: naughty SW laughing at the sparkly leotard. .

dreamdaisy

I'm surprised that no-one told me to report to Pinterest. Thank you Numpty (HELLO!) and Sticky for your puns and thanks to everyone for replying. I won't lie, it's been a rough day and is getting rougher. Hey-ho, only the cooking and clearing to go then beddy-byes for yours truly. DD

PS The leotard? I have no idea about its colour but the suit was white.

daffy2

Does that make you the July pin-up DD?

stickywicket

And today?

I hope you have not done your porcuPINe thing again in the night. I am of the oPINion you already have enough on your plate and I'm hoPINg things are better today.

daffy2

Subject matter for a Pindaric ode perhaps?
I wonder what the clever name is for the pin-sticking sensation. Ants crawling is formication - one day last week when I was much bothered by that one but I refrained from telling my colleagues what ailed me...

stickywicket