Weird dream September 11, 2006
Posted by Aaron in : General , trackbackMan I just woke up at the end of a most vivid dream. In the dream I worked at a hospital and my primary job was to make sure that patients were given a proper chance to receive an organ transplant (and make sure there was no bribing of people in the chain somewhere). A young girl came in with her father one day who needed a liver (I can’t remember why hers was slowly failing). Apparently they had been at the top of the list and then right before surgery bumped down a couple positions and suspected foul play. I typically check in on all cases where individuals are bumped down at the last minute anyway and so I quickly agreed to check into it (quickly because I wanted to get the overly agressive conspiracy theorist father out of my office besides, agreeing to do what I was paid to do anyway is pretty easy). I did check into it, very thoroughly and there turned out to be no foul play involved, simply people with a greater need for an immediate transplant than this girl. Of course the father blew up when I informed him of this, accusing me of “being in cahoots” with “those people” and it was only my quiet suggestion that I’d call security that got him out of my office. So that over (the girl’s life wasn’t in any immediate danger by the way, her liver failure was still estimated to be nearly half a year away, pleanty of time to get the people above her on the list dealt with and get her in), I returned to reading through files for other transplant choices that had made the investigave antennas twitch. Or at least I thought it was over…
A few days later after another late night I headed to my car to go home. But someone jumped out from behind my car when my back was turned and put a funny smelling rag in front of my face and then everything went black. When I woke up I was in a small bare room facing, you guessed it, the previously mentioned father. He informed me that since the selection committee was too corrupt to get his daughter a transplant, he’d decided to do it himself, and apparently I was the donor. Apparently I’d been given a temporary reprieve as he was still reading medical books to try to figure out how to even do it. The dream is kinda fuzzy in this part but I remember at one point trying to convince the daughter that if she let her father do this then all that would happen would be that we would both face painfully unnecessary deaths. Didn’t work of course, she trusted her daddy to match the medical skill of a doctor whose been through at least 8 years of school, children are the darndest things, though I can’t say at the time I was able to face it so calmly. There are already bits that have faded away but eventually I slipped out an unlocked door and made it to a nearby walmart where I called 911. After another seeming eternity, I convinced the cops who arrived that it wasn’t a prank and that I wasn’t crazy. All ended well, but man that was a weird dream. No more watching House before bed for me (of course since I didn’t watch any episodes last night… *shrugs*).
PS sorry for the rather abrupt ending, but it really is fading already as dreams do (that took a long time to write) and besides, since I’m awake, sunrise is in a few minutes and while I’m not going to go down by the river to watch (its rainy so it won’t be much) I thought I’d stand at a window for a bit.
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