Gosh. I dreamed last night I was Meredith Grey (of Grey's Anatomy), and I was about to perform life-saving heart surgery on my friend, Nila, who died last week. Anyway, I told them I wanted a big room with lots of light, so they took me to this huge room with a lot of windows, with the sun pouring in. I tried to get my surgical gloves on, but they seemed to be filled with paper, which made them stiff and awkward. I couldn't bend my fingers, and the paper was sticking out like a scarecrow's straw. When they wheeled Nila in, she was not simply covered, she was wrapped like a mummy. On the operating table there was a dirty cardboard box with my surgical instruments--some saws, screwdrivers, a butcher knife...I rummaged through the box, looking for a scalpel. I finally found what looked like an exacto-knife, and I began practising my planned maneuvers in air, over and over (just like Christina did before her big surgery on last weeks show). These moves were like a tic-tac-toe grid. So I began. I carefully cut through Nila's mummy bandages, and to my surprise and horror, discovered a grody OPEN EYE. I knew immediately I was too high, so I moved lower and began to carve another grid...
...I woke up, let the dogs out, and brought them in, and went back to sleep. I dreamed I was trying to tell my dream to everyone, and nobody was interested, which is probably true. Lala.
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Your helplessness, sad, and amazing how our minds spin out our anxieties.............Grey's: I watched the first couple of series avidly but lost interest last year. Meredith drives me mad, how could anyone not commit wholeheartedly to Derek, I mean he's perfect.
WOw, you are FAST! It must be, what? Midnight over there?
Ah, yes. Helpless. I am nobody's savior.
That must have been upsetting. I wonder what it meant? I don't remember mine but maybe that's a good thing. ;)
I haven't remembered any for a while now. But I remembered this one.
Your dreams speaks volumes.
I am sorry for your loss.
I hope dreams like this visit you less often.
Yes. So sorry to hear about losing another friend.
But as to not being anyone's savior? Don't be so hasty.
There are different ways to do that. To save friends from the harms that strike them. It isn't always with a scapel. Isn't always the saving of life from death.
You're on my own list. So I say: you can't say you aren't a savior.
Thank you.
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