Cholera Dream
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I have Cholera. Man was this vivid.
The dream takes place over a couple of days, in which I know I have cholera, and am 1) at home and 2) going to the hospital.
My car – before I get really sick, I’m moving my MX-3 up on the street at Coventry Place. I’m asking my parents when it’ll be time to go to the hospital
Going to the hospital – in the ford, dad on roof heckling me, mom saying that “he doesn’t want to recognize that you’re sick because then maybe you’ll understand your faults in mindset.”
When I get to the hospital, I get in the elevator to go to the 3rd floor, where help awaits. I get hella dizzy in the elevator, the whole place is spinning and the ceiling is really low.
On the third floor, I get admitted and get my bed all set up. I’m starting to turn strange colors, my sides hurt, and I had been puking before I got there. I’m worried about getting other people sick… and I’m worried about dying. The nurse says there’s not that high a risk of death though. Not in this day and age.
Rosie Timmins – wants to hang out at the bistro and play Connect 4 when I get better. She hangs around for a while at the hospital, and I’m sorry that I’m so sick.
Weird plague plan – I’m not feeling too hot, but I get dragged out to a weird ritualistic scene, where tribes are gathering to overthrow/attack the city… or something. I’m brought there to start a cholera epidemic, and so I do. I get them to eat tortilla chips with my spit on them. It was odd to say the least.
Throughout this, Juice Plus is playing a role in keeping me feeling up to snuff. I’m constantly popping pills and drinking shakes.
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I remember this dream vividly.
