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Last night, I dreamed that I was standing in line for some kind of event and I was crowded into an anteroom, the kind that are in malls or department stores, with a number of other people. An older, distinguished couple in front of me noticed that I had a cotton ball taped to the inside of my elbow and asked me if I had just given blood. I explained that I had, because I'm O- and I feel like it's my duty. The man behind me chimed in and said that everyone should donate blood if they are physically able to.
Immediately, the line started to move and we entered a large auditorium full of folded chairs arranged in rows. I was directed to my seat by Siamese twins, two large brunette women in a mustard yellow dress with a garish red print all over it. They lumbered through the crowd seating people for a little while before heading toward the side of the space where there were a number of smaller rooms. A reporter was conducting an interview with a renowned doctor in one of the back rooms. The women entered the room and some time later they emerged as separate people, both of whom had psychic abilities. One of the twins openly made her way around the hall conducting readings for the people who were milling around. The other woman moved through the audience slowly and would gently touch her hand to someone's back without their knowledge, bow her head, and presumably read their minds.
I was desperate to see the doctor because I had a pet monkey that was very ill with a congenital illness that prevented the skin over its spine from closing. My monkey was extremely mange-y and the area around her wound was bald and looked like a Cronenberg concoction, weeping with puss and blood, puckered around the edges. I pushed my way to the back room and interrupted the doctor and reporter, insisting that the doctor see me. She refused and I woke up, feeling extremely distraught and panicked.
Immediately, the line started to move and we entered a large auditorium full of folded chairs arranged in rows. I was directed to my seat by Siamese twins, two large brunette women in a mustard yellow dress with a garish red print all over it. They lumbered through the crowd seating people for a little while before heading toward the side of the space where there were a number of smaller rooms. A reporter was conducting an interview with a renowned doctor in one of the back rooms. The women entered the room and some time later they emerged as separate people, both of whom had psychic abilities. One of the twins openly made her way around the hall conducting readings for the people who were milling around. The other woman moved through the audience slowly and would gently touch her hand to someone's back without their knowledge, bow her head, and presumably read their minds.
I was desperate to see the doctor because I had a pet monkey that was very ill with a congenital illness that prevented the skin over its spine from closing. My monkey was extremely mange-y and the area around her wound was bald and looked like a Cronenberg concoction, weeping with puss and blood, puckered around the edges. I pushed my way to the back room and interrupted the doctor and reporter, insisting that the doctor see me. She refused and I woke up, feeling extremely distraught and panicked.