Last night I had a dream....or maybe it was more a nightmare. And when I think back to it, I can't help but laugh because it's not really scary. But during the course of the dream, I was terrified.
Anyway, the dream started with me attending Midnight Madness at Gampel. I don't know why I was there, only that I couldn't really see everything that was going on. And I was upset about it because I kept trying to find a place to see properly. And for those who know me, not being able to see UCONN basketball, unacceptable.
Anyway from Gampel I ended up at the hospital for some reason. I don't know why I was there, only that I was sitting in the room I stayed at when I was in the hospital. But I was in there with a bunch of doctors, I feel like there were four there, and not one of them were talking to me. Don't get me wrong, every one of the doctor's were talking, only they were talking to each other. And there I was on the hospital bed, trying to speak my mind but they were not listening to me at all. I was basically having a panic attack over the fact that the doctor's weren't listening to me.
It's very telling to how I felt while I was at the hospital back in May. Only thing is I was having this dream in August and I can not for the life of me understand why I'm having this dream now. I haven't really had any visits with a doctor who piss me off. I mean I have to call Dr. I about the blood work results from last week, but that's only because they didn't send it to him directly like they normally do. That I am fine with. But the idea of me talking without being hear? Not a fun feeling, let me just TELL you.
To some this may not feel like a nightmare, to me I woke up with a start. Not only did I not understand what was happening to me, but I also did not like feeling like I wasn't being heard.
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