When the Dreamer Dreamed

2

2The hospital was busy, but sounded more or less empty. More modern than some I had visited, so this was a new one, a different one than I had seen before.

Nurses came, went, always checking on something, leaving with a smile. Pretty enough, but very official.

Nothing in my arms or legs, and nothing broken. So far, so good.

As usual, dressed in one of those stupid put-it-on-backward gowns with dumb narrow pastel stripes. The room too cold and the blankets too light. The light was coming in a window as it peaked over a wing of the building. Must be a south window, I thought. Means it will heat up here shortly.

I got up and went over to the window ledge, pushing one of those rolling bedside tables out of the way. It was painted shut. But I adjusted the parallel blinds to filter the direct sunlight a bit.

"Feeling better already?" A blonde nurse walked in, carrying a tray of something which was set over on a table near the door, next to the visitor chair. "We were hoping you'd come out of it soon, but a person never knows..."

I smiled and nodded. Not a conversation I wanted to have. Just seeing someone else was enough for now. I let her leave and watched her form disappear into the hallway. Pleasant enough and not overweight like some of these career dames I'd met before, especially at the desks.

But to get a clue what I was doing here, who I was, and what was going on - that was next.

Knowing who I am is usually no difficulty. The trick is in figuring out if I'm still being called the same thing as before, and what is the plot this time. Most of these dreams are similar in some aspect, you are always looking for what is bizarre and what the challenges are. Or that's the way I look at them these days.