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Dream About Gangrene meanings

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Dream Examples

Example: What do these two crazy dreams Mean? Dead cockroaches and spoiled meat?

In the first dream, I was at my parents house. I looked behind a curtain at the window and dead cockroaches lined the window seal. All shapes in sizes with their dead shell like bodies, pieces of their crispy carcasses scattered along the window seal. It looked as if they had been there a while. It was a collection that had to have accumulated over time. My dad's chair was beside the window. A throw blanket was over the back of his chair. I lifted the blanket up a bit to find more dead roaches. The legs and bodies seeming caught to the fabric of the chair and the blanket. I was utterly disgusted. A few seemed to still be alive and moving. I couldn't believe my dad would sit in such a nasty chair. Then I woke up.
I went back to sleep and into a dream where I was a contestant on a show. Every day I had to eat whatever I was given to win. On this particular day, it was gangrene beef and chicken that was not spoiled. The chicken was okay and safe to eat. Both meats were already cut into bite size peices. The gangrene beef was dark. The chicken was white as if it were canned chicken. My son (age 8) was in the dream. He wanted to try some and I wouldn't let him because it could make him sick. He had a toy in a package with him. The packaged toy looked like he might have gotten it from a happy meal.

That is all I remember of that dream. I had both dreams in the same night.

So...peanut gallery...what do you think? Any idea what these might symbolize?

I like how you worded the third sentence...
Bugs, vermin, your father, maybe he has some problems that are accumulating around him, like debt or something that is causing him to live with a bunch of dead roaches. Him not being there, might mean he doesn't want you to know about his problems.
The second dream your playing a game like fear factor, maybe it has to do something with fast food and the possibly that the hamburger might have been spoiled. You think the chicken is okay until your son wants it, and you refuse him, concerned for his safety... You didn't mention any prize or reward for consuming the disgusting entrees so your just playing the game, without getting anything out of it, over and over again. Forced to consume the same crap until you decide you want to leave.


Example: Dream that I have gangrene?

So I cut my finger a while ago with a knife while chopping veggies. It's almost healed now but last night I dreamt that the cut was actually on my lower hand and it was a huge cut. I wrapped it up and it turned into gangrene. It was horrible. And in my dream gangrene was supper contagious. It would shed microscopic pieces and any living thing that those pieces would touch would get gangrene. I didn't realise at first that it was contagious so I was being really careless with it and one woman said to me, careful, you will know get gangrene on other parts of your body and you've probably given it to other people as well. You couldn't really tell from looking at it whether it was gangrene or not so I cut down the middle of the gangrene infected skin to make sure it is. It was so I turned to my mum to show her and the cut I made immediately healed. I was shocked it healed so quick but annoyed cause I couldn't show anyone that it was gangrene. Scared the **** out of me, really depressing as well. What does it mean? Thanks :)

Example: A poem of broken dreams, is there anything I can do to fix it [comment/critique]?

These wings became night
the day I ripped them off
gangrene poisons dreams
contaminating life streams
shall I stitch them back on
shall I bleach feathers white
would any of it matter
in my crippled flight?

Example: Why isnt harrys arm treated in Requiem for a Dream?

Why where they arrested in the hospital? Why wasn't harry's arm treated before they where taken to prison hell why wasnt it treated at all isn't that against the law to deny someone treatment. Someone told me tyrone was arrested for jumping bail even tho the sentence for skipping bail is only a few months but they make it seem as if his life is over and that he is going to spend the rest of his life in prison or at least a long time in prison which isnt the case but i still dont get why harry was arrested and not only arrested but not treated for his obviously gangrene arm. You can't be arrested and sentenced to prison just for doing drugs and even if you could IT STILL DOESNT EXPLAIN WHY HIS ARM WASNT TREATED AT ALL.

Example: How can I tell if I broke my big toe?

Last night, I tripped over the foot of a metal exercise machine thingy in my best friends basment. It hurt like ****, it was throbbing and bleeding like crazy. We put a paper towel with water on it, but even that little bit of pressure hurt too much, so I just ran a few drops over it, then went to bed after. I could barely walk, I had to either crawl or hop on one foot. When I was asleep, I swear I could feel the pain in my dreams. When I woke up, it still hurt. I hopped to the bathroom and took a good look at it. The nail is a lilac color, with blood coming out from where the skin and nail meet, and the bottom of my toe is really swollen. Its throbbing pain, similar when I got a bowling ball dropped on my toe (the nail broke of that time). I cant move it, it hurts too much. But it seems like it would take more pressure to break it...what do you think?

Example: Cipher pt. 2 anybody else?

topic-freestylin
bars-don't matter

look, fu#k the frowns and mean mugs
I just wanna ground some green bud
and drown in these suds
I ain't gotta be loud and facetious
rather keep down and creep up, heat tuck
yup, cause I got two fists and I can swing'em
2 fiths and I'm still drinkin, still screamin
fu#k the world til it's all over, it's been heavy on my broad shoulders
been tryin to do what God told us...
but my vision blurs when religion occurs
cause I'm livin a curse this me in the flesh not just spittin a verse
a lost soul on a lost road wishin I could switch it in reverse
I never disperse flames...
rather fan fires cause I am bias
to settin up foes to shread up souls
never fold long as the barretta holds...just enough to let it go
POP
and I'm not gonna stop until I'm on top or with Pac...

it's been 12 years today, rip to a rap legend.

Example: Poll: can you help me correct this essay? 10pts!?

My mother’s dream had always been to see me graduate from High School. Sadly, things don’t always go as planned. My grandfather had always suffered from type 2 diabetes. At first we thought it was nothing to worry about but, as the time passed by we began to see it was worse than expected. My grandparents gave birth to eleven kids; sadly none of them took a stand. That’s when I realized I was in need of.
I was a freshman in high school; I had everything going for me. Until,one day after school I came home to see my mother in tears. She told me “let’s go grandpas in the hospital”. As we got inside the car she said to me “he’s going to need help when he’s out but unfortunately I can’t do it”. You see my mother suffered from cancer at the time. I was determined; if my mother couldn’t her daughter could.
The next day I dropped out of high school and signed up for a continuation school. I began taking care of my grandfathers every need, for example I helped my grandmother feed him, shower him and made sure he wasn’t in any type of discomfort. I remember sleeping over every Monday to help him get to dialysis early in the morning. I was over at his house every day, I became so attached to him he became like a second father to me.
One day I noticed a small cut right on the palm of his foot. He was a diabetic so it was a big concern to me. That day I made a doctor’s appointment for him; turns out it was gangrene. Not so long after that he went through a surgical procedure. When he arrived back home I was in charge of keeping his wound sterile. It was a long and disturbing task, but it had to be done. As his infection spread he began needing dialysis more often. I was tired, I rarely ever slept, I was hardly ever home, I was scared; but deep inside my heart I knew I made the right choice.
Not so long after that my grandfather stopped eating, he could barely walk and he’d weep constantly. Finally he opened up; he told me he didn’t mean to be a drag. I smiled back at him and said “grandpa you took care of me as a child now it’s my turn, I’m more than happy to be here”. That day we had a long conversation, he spoke to me about his childhood. He told me about the happiness he felt when all his kids came to visit. I could see sadness in his eyes, sadness from the absence of his family. Sadly, the next day he ended up at the hospital. Ironically, all of his family was there, I felt aggravated, I wondered “why now and not when he really needed them”. As the doctor walked out I knew from his facial expression that it was bad news. He informed us that his leg had to be amputated. As I put my head down so many memories ran through my head. Hours later the surgery was performed, little did we know about the misfortune. It turns out the infection was still spreading. We knew then and there that there was no hope.
December 14, 2007 my grandfather passed away. I lost my idol, I lost my friend. With tears in their eyes his family was most likely thinking “one does not know what one has until it’s gone”. Dealing with this tragedy was a hardship. I still look back and it feels as though it was yesterday. I wish he could have made it, but he didn’t and although I did all I could I wish I could have done more. I’m now grateful for what I have, my family will never be taken for granted.

Example: Poll: can someone help me with this essay? 10pts!?

My mother’s dream had always been to see me graduate from High School. Sadly, things don’t always go as planned. My grandfather had always suffered from type 2 diabetes. At first we thought it was nothing to worry about but, as the time passed by we began to see it was worse than expected. My grandparents gave birth to eleven kids; sadly none of them took a stand. That’s when I realized I was in need of.
I was a freshman in high school; I had everything going for me. Until,one day after school I came home to see my mother in tears. She told me “let’s go grandpas in the hospital”. As we got inside the car she said to me “he’s going to need help when he’s out but unfortunately I can’t do it”. You see my mother suffered from cancer at the time. I was determined; if my mother couldn’t her daughter could.
The next day I dropped out of high school and signed up for a continuation school. I began taking care of my grandfathers every need, for example I helped my grandmother feed him, shower him and made sure he wasn’t in any type of discomfort. I remember sleeping over every Monday to help him get to dialysis early in the morning. I was over at his house every day, I became so attached to him he became like a second father to me.
One day I noticed a small cut right on the palm of his foot. He was a diabetic so it was a big concern to me. That day I made a doctor’s appointment for him; turns out it was gangrene. Not so long after that he went through a surgical procedure. When he arrived back home I was in charge of keeping his wound sterile. It was a long and disturbing task, but it had to be done. As his infection spread he began needing dialysis more often. I was tired, I rarely ever slept, I was hardly ever home, I was scared; but deep inside my heart I knew I made the right choice.
Not so long after that my grandfather stopped eating, he could barely walk and he’d weep constantly. Finally he opened up; he told me he didn’t mean to be a drag. I smiled back at him and said “grandpa you took care of me as a child now it’s my turn, I’m more than happy to be here”. That day we had a long conversation, he spoke to me about his childhood. He told me about the happiness he felt when all his kids came to visit. I could see sadness in his eyes, sadness from the absence of his family. Sadly, the next day he ended up at the hospital. Ironically, all of his family was there, I felt aggravated, I wondered “why now and not when he really needed them”. As the doctor walked out I knew from his facial expression that it was bad news. He informed us that his leg had to be amputated. As I put my head down so many memories ran through my head. Hours later the surgery was performed, little did we know about the misfortune. It turns out the infection was still spreading. We knew then and there that there was no hope.
December 14, 2007 my grandfather passed away. I lost my idol, I lost my friend. With tears in their eyes his family was most likely thinking “one does not know what one has until it’s gone”. Dealing with this tragedy was a hardship. I still look back and it feels as though it was yesterday. I wish he could have made it, but he didn’t and although I did all I could I wish I could have done more. I’m now grateful for what I have, my family will never be taken for granted.

Example: Would someone be nice enough to proofread and correct my essay? 10PTS! :)?

My mother’s dream had always been to see me graduate from High School. Sadly, things don’t always go as planned. My grandfather had always suffered from type 2 diabetes. At first we thought it was nothing to worry about but, as the time passed we began to see it was worse than expected. My grandparents gave birth to eleven kids; sadly none of them took a stand. That’s when I realized I was in need of.
I was a freshman in high school, everything was going great for me. One day after school I came home to see my mother with tears running down her eyes. She told me “let’s go grandpas in the hospital”. As we got inside the car she said to me “he’s going to need help when he’s out but unfortunately I cannot”. You see my mother suffered from cancer at the time. I was determined; if my mother couldn’t her daughter could.
The nest day I dropped out of high school and signed up for a continuation school. I began taking care of my grandfathers every need, for example I helped my grandmother feed him, shower him and made sure he wasn’t in any type of discomfort. I remember sleeping over every Monday to help him get to dialysis early in the morning. I was over at his house every day, I became so attached to him he became like a second father to me.
One day I noticed a small cut right at the palm of his foot. He was a diabetic so it was a big concern to me. That day I made a doctor’s appointment for him; turns out it was gangrene. Not so long he went through a surgical procedure. When he arrived back home I was in charge of keeping his would sterile. It was a long and disturbing task, but it had to be done. As his infection spread he began needing dialysis more often. I was tired, I rarely every slept, I was hardly every home, I was scared; but my heart told me I was doing the right thing.
Not so long after that my grandfather stopped eating, he could barely walk and he’d cry constantly. Finally he opened up, he told me he didn’t mean to be a drag. I smiled back at him and said “grandpa you took care of me as a kid now it’s my turn, I’m more than happy to be here”. That day we had a long conversation, he spoke to me about his childhood. He told me about the happiness he felt when all his kids came to visit. I could see sadness in his eyes, sadness from the absence of his family. Sadly, the next day he ended up at the hospital. Ironically, all of his family was there I felt aggravated, I wondered “why now and not when he really needed them”. As the doctor walked out I knew from his facial expressions that it was bad news. His leg had to be amputated. As I put my head down so many memories ran through my head. Hours later the surgery was performed, little did we know about the misfortune. It turns out the infection was still running.
December 14, 2007 my grandfather passed away. I lost my idol, I lost my friend. With tears in their eyes his family was most likely thinking “one does not know what one has until it’s gone”. Dealing with this tragedy was a hardship. I still look back and it feels as though it was yesterday. I wish he could have made it, but he didn’t and although I did all I could I wish I could have done more. I’m now grateful for what I have, and for me my family will never be taken for granted.

Example: Please critique my short story? (10 points for most helpful critique)?

Chained, metal scraping the skin until abrasions formed. She trembled in her corner, ‎covered in mud and puke. Her head was just about skinned, and her body was knuckles ‎and bones. Disgusting and filthy. ‎
The door opened, yet she didn’t peek. A man walked inside, belt almost snapping around ‎his belly. “My honey.”‎
‎“Go to hell,” she muttered, head leaning against the red bikes. ‎
He yanked whatever was left of her hair, chucked her onto the ground, and pressed his ‎shoe against her throat. “I’m doing it for your sake.”‎
‎“Let me out,” she gagged.‎
‎“Give me more, and I’ll take you out. To Paris. No, no, to the moon. That’s better. I will ‎make all your dreams come true. Just give me more.” ‎
The vein on her forehead popped and her face grew red, before he removed his hold on ‎her neck. ‎
‎“What do you say?”‎
‎“Lies!” She bit his fleshy leg, as if digging her teeth into a scrumptious dinner. ‎
He kicked her away, leaving her with a bloody nose. “Give it to, or I’ll take it anyway.”‎
She cowered back into the corner, whimpering like a kicked puppy. “I-I don’t have ‎anything else to give you. I am all ragged. You took my kidney, my hair, my flesh. If you ‎take anything more, I’ll die.” ‎
He pursed his lips, still greasy from his succulent dinner. He deliberated her words for a ‎second before marching away, and returning with a tiny jagged knife. “I’ll take your eyes. ‎Someone must be in the market for eyes.”‎
She gapped her mouth, knocking her head against the ground. She was starting to loose ‎her sanity. Numb, but insane. Slowly, she whispered, “I’ll bite you again. I don’t have to ‎be able to see you, to bite you. One day, you’ll get gangrene and die.”‎
‎“Aren’t you scared?”‎
‎“No, poke them out. I’d be grateful. Not seeing your ugly face, you pig!” ‎
He kicked her again, as she curled and vomited blood. Her body was consuming her. She ‎kept gawking at her stomach contains; they made a better last sight, than his face. ‎
‎“I’ll pull those teeth too,” he stated, face still as stone. ‎
‎“Now, that’s just out of spite. Oh well, I can still scratch you.”‎
He chuckled, “My cat would do more harm than you.”‎

That night, he went up to the house. One a.m. she heard his pained screams echoing. ‎
‎“Someone else escaped. She escaped,” she would have grinned if her lips weren’t ‎swollen. “It’s my turn...” ‎
She crawled using her elbows, and then heaved one of her legs in an attempt to break the ‎chains. Once, twice, thrice, but didn’t have enough force. It wasn’t working. It wasn’t ‎going to ever work. So, she tapped the floor, her one working eyes scanning. He had left ‎some of his torture tools there. ‎
Four a.m. both of her legs were free. Both were lost forever. It hurt. It hurt enough for her ‎heart to stop. But no! She was used to pain. He had created a dead body out of her. A ‎body that bled hatred, and not life. ‎
She crawled some more towards the door. He wasn’t out there. He had escaped. Strange, ‎how he knew when to run, she wondered. She shook her head. Never mind. She had to ‎keep going. ‎
Reaching the front door, she opened the door after many attempts. Outside, there was a ‎haven. Long palm trees, golden sand, and blue beach. Heaven. ‎
‎“Yes!” She screamed. “Freedom!”‎
But then, she looked around her for fresh water. None. Food, none as well. The plum ‎fruits dangled just infront of her. But she had lost her feet in her escape. ‎
She laid there for a day, until the tide buried her. ‎

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