I had too much to dream last night
There are some people who say they never dream. Others say they only remember their dreams once in a while. Me, I dream like it's going out of style. Most of the time the dreams are pretty nondescript. Sometimes they're pretty obviously symbolic of one thing or another. A surprising number are recurring -- such as the series of dreams I had over and over and over again for years that involved hamsters. Generally, I can figure them out, or at least figure out what's causing them. But last night I had one I just can't decipher.
I was in a doctor's office, sitting on one of those exam tables. This was not my regular doctor, I had gone to a new one. I think I had great hopes that this new guy would finally figure out what was wrong with me. He had just drawn a sample of my blood and he was in the other room, ostensibly analyzing it. (Yeah I know, you usually have to send blood to a lab for analysis but what kind of dream would that be?) I could hear him in there talking to his nurse, murmuring to each other as if they'd found evidence of something. This, strangely enough, made me feel relieved that I was actually sick. But the doctor came back and told me that everything was fine. I didn't believe him. I started to argue with him, thinking that he must be wrong or maybe he was hiding something from me. I remember saying in the dream, "But I'm sick. I know I'm sick." I actually tried to take the blood from him and do my own analysis on it.
Very odd. Can't figure it out.
8:21:49 PM 
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