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Apparently my subconscious REALLY wanted me to be awake on time for my 7:00-10:00 Comcast appointment window. Its method of ensuring that I'd be up was to give me a vivid dream about me getting an abortion from a callous doctor in the middle of a crowded triple room with no dividers or privacy walls. One woman sitting with her family, visiting their broken-legged teenage son, started laughing as I struggled to climb into the unusually high hospital bed with nothing covering my butt. Then the doctor came in and started examining me, much rougher than necessary, and everyone seemed to realize what was going on, and started to glower at me.
Then I woke up, and now I'll probably be awake until menopause. GOOD LORD.
(Dan is still fast asleep and I think it's unspeakable rude to wake people up to discuss dreams, so... I decided to have a heart-to-heart with the internet? Weird instinct. XD)
Then I woke up, and now I'll probably be awake until menopause. GOOD LORD.
(Dan is still fast asleep and I think it's unspeakable rude to wake people up to discuss dreams, so... I decided to have a heart-to-heart with the internet? Weird instinct. XD)