I’ve been having this series of recurring dreams lately. Though I don’t remember any of these dreams for the most part, they center on a single structure: the elevator.
I remember that I was either finding my way out or just looking around at this big hospital. I was wandering from room to room, from department to department, and from floor to floor. I saw patients on hospital beds, doctors on the floor, and nurses all around. I think I found myself in one of these rooms where I was standing next to an unconscious patient on his bed. I suddenly ran away because I feared that I was next in line for getting pricked by a syringe of some sort. I also passed by the morgue, where I saw a row of dead people.
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Posted on Thursday, 3 March 2011
