Dreams

I had a dream last night about going to the hospital.

Tuesday, August 26th, 2008

I know it’s boring to hear other people’s dreams since they make little sense and never quite as interesting to others as they are to you because of those crazy visual anomalies that live on inside your head. But whatever, I’m gonna bore you anyway because I’m important.

Anyway, it went like this.

There was something about a hospital, a hospital with a really small entrance and I couldn’t find the entrance. See my roommate dropped me off in front of it kind of against my will yelling “go to the hospital!” as if I was some kind of nut. With little choice I went all the way to the end of the huge building and then all the way back, and I found myself in some kind of parking garage place that seemed to be the place that would take me to where I was supposed to be going. Apparently my wrist was broken and I was seeking aid. An old man was in the elevator and he said “floor 41?” in an insistent way that I just went along with. So we moved up, then the elevator moved out of a window and began traveling laterally. I kind of gave up on fixing my arm since the whole time I was thinking “i don’t really need to go to the hospital” but then some more people started showing up randomly which got a bit more confusing. When we landed I had this strange episode with some kind of dungeon and there were monsters everywhere. I was walking around with a laptop not really comprehending any of it, but I do remember looking hard for some water to drink. Some sage looking bald guy came up to me with my laptop in hand and told me “your purpose is very low.” That confused me. I think some more stuff happened but can’t remember.