My dad knocked me out when i was younger.
We were cleaning up his garden and he found a pile of bamboo sticks. I was standing about 20yrds away by the wheelbarrow. He threw one at me (supposed to be at my feet) but it came straight for my eye. It hit me point first in the eye. I cant remember what happened after that. But i remember having a wicked dream and waking up thinking "oh bollocks, im back here" Was sweating all over, and was REAL thirsty, strange feeling. Had to have stitches a millimetre or so below my eyelid. That was the worst, local anaesthetic made me barf all over the table.
One thing that seems to remain constant is that we all have good dreams, wonder why this is.
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