Just had the most intense, bizarre, and memorable dream of my life
I’m usually not much of a dreamer, most that I have are variations on a common theme of dealing with failure and the Mission Impossible situations of dealing with them.
This one is different and I don’t have a clue of what it may be trying to tell me.
My sleep patterns are thoroughly f’ed up due to a recent cancer diagnosis. Fell asleep on the couch about midnight. Got up at 2:30, time to take my evening meds. Actually felt hungry and decided to have a chocolate shake. Took an hour and a half to get it down, did some reading in the meantime. Finally got to bed at 6:30. The earliest I could have fallen asleep is 7:00, the dream woke me at 7:40. On waking I was completely confused. Who am I? Figured that one out. Where am I? That took a bit more effort. Looking around I saw my white chair and open closet door. Came to the realization I was in bed, at home, and what I had experienced was just a dream. I lay in bed for a while trying to remember all the details, got up and texted a friend to give me a call, and grabbed a notebook and pen to jot down what I remembered. What follows are my notes.
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Whoo hoo! About 10 friends and I were having a good old time. We were cruising around on a convertible party bus/SUV and the alcohol was flowing. A convertible bus/SUV? It was about the ugliest thing I could imagine but who cared? I was having fun, and the driver appeared sober.
This was about when things started getting out of control. My friend Kieth (and conservative Dan?) started making fun of the portable PICC that the surgeon had installed in my body for chemotherapy. Kieth began to pick at it with his fingers. Next thing I know he reached in and gave it a good tug. Out it came. I remember him laughing and holding it up for everyone to see.
I don’t recall any particular pain or serious I’ll effects, but I was absolutely pissed and started making a scene. The party bus pulled over and stopped. This is when my dog Roxy the Rottweiler spotted another dog and jumped out of the vehicle. Of course I had to give chase. The owners of the other dog started yelling with a strong English accent. I could have sworn it was the Pigeon Sisters from the Odd Couple. By the time I got close they were calming down, they realized Roxy just wanted to say hello and play.
The young ladies turned out to be very nice and helpful. They had a spare collar and leash I was allowed to borrow, and started suggesting I should get to the hospital. Couldn’t argue about that, but somehow my short chase after Roxy took me from Carmel IN to Sheboygan WI. Besides, I could not remember which hospital did the original surgery. They successfully argued what the hell difference did it make, so off we went.
The hospital ended up being a bit old and dusty, but staffed by old friends and acquaintances. The last thing I remember was asking if they took Blue Cross / Blue Shield. We will take just about anything was the response.
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So my subconscious had this cued up and ready to go. So vivid. Anyone willing to interpret? Snarky comments also willingly taken.
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