cadaver palaver

I think that cutting up a dead body is really wreaking havoc on my subconscious, even if I think that it's pretty darn sweet to see anatomy in the flesh (literally). We just switch the words around from corpse to cadaver when we mean to look at it from a health sciences perspective, but do words really change all the meaning? Regardless of whether its a dead body being autopsied or a dead body donated to study, it's still a human body, and we are still cutting it open and peeking at its contents. I feel a certain sense of fascination and wonder every time I open our cadaver up, but then this scent of glycol mixed with formaldehyde fills my nostrils and I have to suppress the urge to vomit into the chest cavity and float the heart to the surface for I feel I have no heart. I should pray before I dissect.

You tell me if it's bothering me. Last night I had this dream:

Mag, Christina and I were walking down this street in some urban metropolis. There was this gigantic building that Mag and Christina insisted had all sorts of cool stuff inside, so they hopped behind the wall dividing the street with the building while I continued walking along the street. I could hear them giggling and cajoling, and then all of a sudden Mag comes running out. The wind had picked up severely and was billowing underneath the underside of her sweater, lifting both the sweater and the backpack she was carrying up in much the same way an umbrella gets caught in the storm. She was holding on for dear life but the wind was picking her up and carrying her away, so at the last second she let go and dropped to the earth and her backpack and sweater went flying.

We began chasing it down. We recovered the purple sweater which fell some few blocks away, but the backpack was making off like a kite severed from its grounding string. We were forced to cut through this alley that led to someone's backyard, but the backyard was these rolling mounds of dirt kind of like moguls or those bumpy stretches you see in motorcross. I told Mag to stop but she had already raced ahead across the expanse, and you could see the mounds start to move and roll and Mag was trying to avoid them but then she moved out of my line of sight and I was forced to run in after her. The mounds figured Mag was too fast to catch and they started zoning in on me, and Christina and I ran towards the near exit to avoid it, leaving Mag behind. Just as we were jumping over the fence and out of the backyard, one of the mounds rises up and shows its true form - they're DIRT ZOMBIES out to eat our brains!!!

Christina and I desperately try to rendezvous with Mag on the other side of the fence, but she's nowhere to be found. We circle back and head down this tunnel we saw earlier which leads to darkness. I lose Christina in the process (its okay she likes exploring...?) but I do manage to find Mag after wandering the labyrinth which goes on for like 20 minutes in my dream. Mag has been converted to a dirt zombie and is mindlessly dissecting a row of human cadavers. I think she smells my brain because she turns towards me when I enter the room, growls in the same way she growls when she wants me to make her something to eat, and starts walking towards me. I know I'm effed because in my dream I will either kill Mag's doppelgänger or she will rip me apart and gnaw on my cranium. I do the only trick I know how to do and wake up.