Dreaming There is a baby; all of the doctors and medical staff have given it up for dead. It looks dead; its eyes are open but glazed, and it has a deathly pallor to it. I pick up the baby and hold it. I can feel a flicker of life in it. I tell all the medical staff, but they’re uninterested. The more time I spend with the baby, the more alive it becomes, but nobody notices. Even when the baby is moving, smiling, totally animated, still no one shows any interest and just keeps telling me it is dead. I know they are wrong, and…
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Dreaming
Doctor
I don’t feel well. I’m not physically ill, but I think I might be mentally ill. I sit here constantly questioning if Tom is right and if there is something wrong with me; he’s always telling me that there is, maybe he’s right. Sometimes I think that it’s him, but most of the time, I…
Appointment
Dreaming I have a hospital appointment at 1 pm and have to walk down a long street to get to it; there are traffic lights and grass along the way. I get to a building and stop at a window. I tell a woman that I have an appointment with Dr Bartholomew. She tells me…