The other night, I had a dream that my boyfriend and I were homeless and surfing abandoned apartments and hotel rooms in a strange version of New York City. We were preparing to move on to the next one, and then one morning he was gone. But my sister came to visit me. I told her how glad I was to see her, but she told me that she already saw me last night and was concerned because I was acting weird. I had absolutely no recollection of seeing her, so she took me to the hospital.
Again, another memory lapse as suddenly nurses were preparing me for an urgent and extreme procedure to diagnose a rare, terminal disease. Since I didn't know I'd already been examined, I was wondering how they could be so urgent already rushing around me, I thought I'd just gotten there. One of the nurses was telling me my boyfriend's abandoned car was found and filled with stolen medication to help treat this disease that I had no idea I'd been showing any symptoms of.
The procedure was performed using an instrument that had a clear plastic hose inside which there was a long, sharp needle. In order to diagnose this rare disease, they had to shoot the needle through my neck, into my head and through my brain. If I was positive for this terminal disease, then nothing would happen. However, if I was disease-free and healthy, then the procedure would make me gush blood out of my face. I was preparing (and hoping) for a profusion of blood with a towel in front of me, taking my sister's hand, and bracing myself... and then I woke up.
I didn't like that dream.