tumor paint

Had this Bizarro dream last night. A team of stuffed animals and I were excising a tumor out of Jia's feet, presumably what was the actual root cause of his plantar fasciitis. We successfully removed the tumor, which was gray and large and resembled a clay version of the biceps brachii muscle, and put it in a red plastic pail, the kind you take to the beach.

Not much later that day, I walked into my room and the walls were painted these thick gobs of gray. My laptop was also covered in gray, viscous material, and then I suddenly realized that it was a family tradition to remove evil spirits from tumors by painting the walls with tumor paint. My dad had taken the liberty of smearing Jia's tumor all over the walls.

I was most disturbed by the thick globs on my Compaq laptop, so I began using my hands to try to dig it off. It came off slowly, in the same way you try to peel rubber off some surface, but it did come off. I threw it in the garbage.

Later on I went to eat and forgot to wash my hands before I ate, and then I thought about maybe I'd get oral cancer because of it. The shock of having oral cancer scared me so much that I woke up.