7-24-08

I'm at my old high school, at least how it looks from the inside. The outside however, resembles my old grade school. I am at the nurses office and I am sent to the other building (another part of the school) to get an IV inserted. As I walk to the other building, I remember that I have a class that morning and another class in which a homework assignment is due (for college). I think back and my professor is saying we had to read the entire chapter and answer 20 questions and I'm panicing because it was assigned last week and I just remembered it.

Now I'm in a dining hall waiting to see the specialist. I'm assuming its for a heart condition, although I don't have one in reality. I notice that the room number is 112. People, mostly women, are here pouring coffee and chatting.

Now I'm laying in bed with an IV in my arm. The bed is rumpled and looks slept in. I look at the IV and it's a thin blue tube sticking out of my arm with light pink plastic bandaging around it. I don't see a needle. Then I panic again because I think I may have left my purse in the dining room. "My purse!" I yell. I have to go back and get it.

A nurse accompanies me and asks where did I last see it. "In room 112" I reply. I wake up at the moment of entering the room.

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such a tension filled dream! :sick: