Entered from the dream notebook –

Unusual dreams last night of being hunted by men with snail-like eyestalks. I was cornered by one of the monsters wearing a dark blue suit and red tie, not unlike a TV personality or politician…. To fend him off I had to club one of the stalks into a wall, and then flat-palmed the eye at the end until it made a resounding squish that echoed though the dank stone hallway we were in. It had the sensation of a burst grape under my hand… no blood, but clear liquid. He collapsed to the ground silently, either unconscious or dead… so I grabbed the other stalk from his face and yelled into it like a microphone, demanding that they stop, or that I’d be forced to tell what I knew to the authorities. (I have no idea what I “knew” or why I thought the eyestalk was some sort of communications device to the other stalked-stalkers.) When I finished my little speech, I tugged the other stalk out of the beast’s socket, sort of like plucking a stray nose hair. I got the sensation that they had ceased pursuit, and could relax a bit, wondering idly if salt would dissolve them like other slugs.

Going to the Doc’s for follow-up today, and to see when I can schedule the surgery. Hopefully it will be soon. More to follow tonight.