Reoccuring dream
~In the first dream I am at home, they are taking off my converse, and i am in bed. I dont want them to take off my shoes but i cant stop them, In my head i think i am fighting them, but in reality I cant move. I am in a bed, they are whispering, I am sick, very sick. I want to go out dancing, they wont let me get up, I fee fine.
In last night's dream: We are driving around, in downtown, although its less like downtown here and more like downtown Albuquerque, looking for converse for my brother. At some point, I think, we crash, and i wake up in the hospital. There is a male nurse there, hes in his scrubs, short black hair, Mexican. He is taking care of me. He never leaves my side. He talks to me, although he wont tell me how i got there. He puts cool cloths on my forhead. He tells me that it won't be long now, that i am dying. But i am not scared, I am anxious, excited, I cant wait. I am fidgety with anticipation, I just want to get it over with.~ Then I wake up.
In last night's dream: We are driving around, in downtown, although its less like downtown here and more like downtown Albuquerque, looking for converse for my brother. At some point, I think, we crash, and i wake up in the hospital. There is a male nurse there, hes in his scrubs, short black hair, Mexican. He is taking care of me. He never leaves my side. He talks to me, although he wont tell me how i got there. He puts cool cloths on my forhead. He tells me that it won't be long now, that i am dying. But i am not scared, I am anxious, excited, I cant wait. I am fidgety with anticipation, I just want to get it over with.~ Then I wake up.