Tuesday, January 1, 2013

Hospital / Animal Rescue

In last night's dream, I was working for our realtor.  It was a new job, and I was nervous about everything – being late, messing up, all of that new job anxiety one might have.

I was visiting with some old high school friends, but knew that I had to get to work, or at least phone in. I couldn't leave somehow, and couldn't dial my phone.  I realized that when I was looking at my phone, everything was blurry.  I said, "I think something might be really wrong with me!"  The people I was with tried to calm me down, or explain away why I couldn't see clearly, but I knew that they were wrong.

I managed to get myself to some kind of clinic, and the nurses there sat me on a gurney so they could take my blood pressure.  I said, "Shouldn't you draw blood?  Run some tests?"  They explained that since I'd had blood drawn recently, they couldn't do so again so soon; new research showed that drawing blood too frequently increased the risk of developing blood clots.  (Obviously my subconscious is mulling over Secretary of State Clinton's health...)

While I sat on the gurney, I kept trying to call in to the realtor to let him know why I was so late, but it didn't work.  I misdialed repeatedly, and then couldn't quite make out the numbers, and then couldn't quite remember the order of the numbers.

A nurse said that I should accompany her to another room to wait. We walked into an area – I wouldn't quite call it a room –  that had, on one side, a small lake instead of walls and windows.  The floor fell away to a steep rocky shore that descended a few feet to the lake.

In the lake were some birds – ducks, swans, maybe? – as well has a few musicians sitting on some kind of floating petals.  They were playing and singing as they floated around on the lake.  I sat by the rocky edge, and watched the music.  Other rescued animals came into view; a kitten, a tiny pygmy donkey (is there even such thing as a pygmy donkey?), some chicks.

I watched and listened and waited for someone to come tell me what to do next, and if I was going to be okay.

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