This dream has been viewed 8735 times.I dreamed that I was being hounded by something evil. I was walking down a hill and I got caught in a wave of mud that swept over us. I was now trying to walk knee-deep in the stuff. But now it was morphing into a little brown monkey-like creature that was clinging to my leg. As I experienced fear from this evil thing, a realization slowly came over me that maybe if I was more rational about it, I wouldn't be so afraid. Indeed, the monkey disappeared almost as soon as I thought that. But then something very strange happened. I started seeing images that were supposed to be clues of where the next big disaster was going to happen. I saw city buses making turns in underground tunnels. Then I saw something about a windmill, and a water wheel that ran a mill, too. I saw a name of the city: Springfield, Massachusetts. There was a whole sequence which I cannot now remember about being on a train and being told the names of two men that ran some business ... I think one of the names sounded something like "Melkow."
The dream changed completely so that now I was downtown in the city walking through a crowd with a woman whose name I cannot quite recall ... except that it was a beautiful name, and she was a saint, having come to visit me in my dream. She had some sort of tiara on her head. But there were so many people around, I momentarily lost track of her. When I found her again, she had morphed into an entirely different-looking woman, and had no tiara but rather was dressed as a visiting nurse. We descended down a flight of stairs into a basement. We were looking for a patient of hers that was very ill, and soon we found the doorway the patient lived behind. The woman opened the door, and I saw the apartment was only a narrow hallway, with an impossibly low ceiling, so that the whole thing looked more like a crawl space. Lying in a pile of blankets at the end was a small girl who was very sick.
Suddenly I found myself back outside of the crawl space waking up in a bed. Something was wrong -- I could not wake up completely. A stupor hung over me. I gradually became aware that I was somewhere else ... specifically as a patient at the hospital I used to work at a long time ago. My whole family was there, trying to be supportive of me, since what I was suffering from was greatly reduced mental function. And I really felt it, too -- my words were coming out slurred, and I perceived everything was happening at a very high rate of speed. When in fact I had the sad feeling that my brain had slowed down drastically, which was the cause of the distorted perception of time. The worse part of all this was that I was convinced this was real life, and not a dream at all. Finally, I decided to try and wake up, on the seemingly slim chance that it was a dream. Much to my great relief, I woke up and discovered everything was OK!