It's been a really active week for dreams.
I don't know if it's the change in the air, or changes in life (school starting), but - wow.
Last night I dreamed that I was in the hospital preparing for surgery, and they took me to this abandoned wing that was reminiscent of the operating room on M*A*S*H.
I had been drugged already, and was in and out of consciousness - but when I saw where I was, it alarmed me a bit. When I asked the doctor what we were doing there, and evil grin spread over his face... I wanted to scream or run, but I was too doped up to do either.
The scary part about this dream is that it really happened (the first part) but it never occurred to me at the time to think anything sinister about it. Makes you think twice about being so trusting about medical personnel. (Like the time I went in for a test and woke up black & blue from head to toe - I swear they dropped me off the table while I was out, but nobody bothered to mention anything about it.)
From there things got a bit more bizarre.
I was at another conference, that started out as one for writers, but morphed into one for musicians and dancers as well. Let me just say - men in tights and murder plots abounded. Adam Lambert was there, and was even creepier than he was on American Idol.
Anyway - got another boring weekend gaping before me.
I've got to find a new hobby to fill the time. Shopping requires cash flow.
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