Last night I dreamed that I was scheduled for surgery but when I got to the hospital, they ushered me up to an auditorium filled with patients all waiting for the exact same surgery. Some people were on gurneys some were sitting in chairs; I was taken to a stretcher. The doctors were going around from patient to patient removing something from each persons neck. They were close to getting to where I was laying and I freaked out, jumped up and ran outside in the pouring down rain. I was running down the road in my Johny shirt and bare feet, trying to flag down passing cars when one stopped. I bent and put my head in the window to ask for a drive and saw it was my husband driving the car, and beside him on the passenger seat were a bouquet of babies breath.
Wierd or what…
