Dialysis Nightmare

Dream 7-17-14

  Walking into the building, I notice a lovely fountain in the middle of the room, the open lobby spans from the first floor to the fourth. The stairs spiral all the way up much like a Frank Lloyd Wright design. The Dialysis floor is one floor down, in the basement. I wait for my turn. The nurse tells me that I am in the wrong clinic. "But this is the dialysis clinic?" I say. She tells me that it is one of two, the other is on the top floor and it's the bad clinic. I wonder what she meant by "bad clinic."

     I walk the stairs to the fourth floor. When I enter the clinic, I find a line of people, a lot of people, waiting for their treatment. Their are only two nurses and two seats. About fifteen people wait four hours for each patient to finish dialyzing. When it is finally my turn, which is days, I sit in the seat and wait to be stuck by the needle. The nurses are usually very gentle and make the process as painless as possible. Today is different. Different nurses, different technique. The nurse takes the needle (which is the size of of crochet needle) and stabs it into my arm. I let out a scream. She misses the fistula. She yanks the needle out of my arm, raises it above her head and brings it down into my arm once again. She misses once more. Dream ends.

I wake up.

Field Trip

Dream 6-17-13

Today my class is taking a field trip to a museum. We make it to the front desk. Everybody gets registered. My friend Anthony and I are the last in line. We have some trouble with our paperwork. The class leaves without us. We hurry. When our registration is finally completed, we start towards the grand lobby. There are people everywhere. We are having trouble finding out classmates. The hall is set up like a palace, with one set of stairs leading down onto the main floor and the one set on the opposite side of the room leading into the main door of the museum. We stand on one set of stairs and think we see some of our friends on the opposite stairs. We rush down the stairs, through the lobby floor, pushing our way through gobs of people on the path. We run up the stairs and through the main door. Several hallways lay before us. We are lost. We start to run down various halls until we finally stumble upon our class.

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The museum tour comes to an end. We all make it to the main floor of the lobby. It's lunchtime. On one side of the hall are an enormous buffet of delicious food and even more yummy desserts. The teacher tells us to take all the food we want, but whatever we do, do not take any of the desserts. I wait until the class takes a nap on the lobby floor then I make my way over to the dessert buffet. It's full of caramel brownies and chocolate peanut clusters and cookies. I grab one of each. I pour chocolate syrup over everything. Cover it in saran wrap and stuff it into my backpack. I will eat these when the time is right. The class starts to wake up. The teacher tells us that the field trip is over and we need to make our way to the bus. We all run to the bus as if it were a race. I try to find a seat in the back but instead settle for the third row from the back. I sit by myself. Somebody says they smell chocolate. Dream ends.

I wake up.

The Murder

Nightmare 6-3-13 

I'm in a hotel room sitting with another boy. His heart is full of evil. There are a couple of kids here as well. The evil boy starts to rape one of the kids. I grab the children and run. We escape the room and make it through the hallway to the elevator. In the downstairs lobby, I wait for the boy with evil in his heart. The elevator doors open, and I walk toward him. I start to beat him senselessly. I punch him time and time again. There is blood covering him, me, and the lobby floor. I take one last look at him. I think he is dead. I don't feel bad for what I've done. Dream ends.

I wake up.