I stood in an operating room, in front of me were doctors and nurses operating on a patient. I expected when I approached I would see myself laying on the bed but to my surprise, I didn't find myself there this time.
Instead, hooked up to a breathing tube, was the man I used to call my husband. I looked at the Doctor standing next to me. He had white hair escaping his blue cap and twinkling blue eyes. "What are you doing to him?" I asked eyeing the sharp objects laying neatly on a tray by his bed.
"He's very ill, we're trying to save his life." The doctor said in a kind and patient voice.
"But what's wrong with him?" I wondered aloud. Then a large movement caught my eye. One of the doctors had made an incision into the head of the patient and out of it came giant red angry preying mantises. Each mantis was nearly eleven feet tall. They jumped on the walls and eyed their victim. They were going to kill him. Without thinking I grabbed the nearest object and began swinging at the giant bugs, asking myself why, the entire time.
I would destroy one bug and another would attack. They overwhelmed me. I threw my body over the patient's, hoping to protect him but his body transformed into a giant mouth of darkness with sharp teeth swallowing me.
When I woke up in my dream I was in my usual place, back on the operating table.
"Sorry about the confusion earlier, we had your surgery scheduled for later," the wisened doctor with sparkling blue eyes said.
I nodded groggily from the dream meds or because I haven't been sleeping well I don't know. "Oh no worries, I don't mind," I yawned drowsily wondering if I would again meet the great guy in the recovery room I met in my last hospital dream. "What are you doing to me this time?"
The doctor smiled and stroked my hair in a loving manner. Then he pulled out a shiny box and opened it for me.
Inside were two large perfectly round pearls made of light. "We're giving you these." His face beamed as though he was incredibly proud of me.
Then the entire medical team was standing around my bed their faces filled with delight. The doctor reached into the shiny box with special forceps and pulled out one of the beautiful pearls of light and placed it inside the middle of my forehead.
Suddenly I understood I was being given a precious pearl of wisdom.
Intrigued and excited to discover what the second pearl represented I sat straight up in the dream bed waking myself up completely in my real bed.
So I guess I can't say I haven't been sleeping well, but rather I've been sleeping excitedly or wisely? IDK, but as I traveled from the realm of dreams to the waking world the doctor's voice echoed after me.
"This is your gift for your kindness to those who are cruel, this is your reward for the long-suffering you've endured."
I never did discover the meaning of the second pearl though.
Do you ever have dreams like this? Symbolic and you wonder if they are true in some special way? I'd love to read about your experiences in the dream realm!
Instead, hooked up to a breathing tube, was the man I used to call my husband. I looked at the Doctor standing next to me. He had white hair escaping his blue cap and twinkling blue eyes. "What are you doing to him?" I asked eyeing the sharp objects laying neatly on a tray by his bed.
"He's very ill, we're trying to save his life." The doctor said in a kind and patient voice.
"But what's wrong with him?" I wondered aloud. Then a large movement caught my eye. One of the doctors had made an incision into the head of the patient and out of it came giant red angry preying mantises. Each mantis was nearly eleven feet tall. They jumped on the walls and eyed their victim. They were going to kill him. Without thinking I grabbed the nearest object and began swinging at the giant bugs, asking myself why, the entire time.
I would destroy one bug and another would attack. They overwhelmed me. I threw my body over the patient's, hoping to protect him but his body transformed into a giant mouth of darkness with sharp teeth swallowing me.
When I woke up in my dream I was in my usual place, back on the operating table.
"Sorry about the confusion earlier, we had your surgery scheduled for later," the wisened doctor with sparkling blue eyes said.
I nodded groggily from the dream meds or because I haven't been sleeping well I don't know. "Oh no worries, I don't mind," I yawned drowsily wondering if I would again meet the great guy in the recovery room I met in my last hospital dream. "What are you doing to me this time?"
The doctor smiled and stroked my hair in a loving manner. Then he pulled out a shiny box and opened it for me.
Inside were two large perfectly round pearls made of light. "We're giving you these." His face beamed as though he was incredibly proud of me.
Suddenly I understood I was being given a precious pearl of wisdom.
Intrigued and excited to discover what the second pearl represented I sat straight up in the dream bed waking myself up completely in my real bed.
So I guess I can't say I haven't been sleeping well, but rather I've been sleeping excitedly or wisely? IDK, but as I traveled from the realm of dreams to the waking world the doctor's voice echoed after me.
"This is your gift for your kindness to those who are cruel, this is your reward for the long-suffering you've endured."
I never did discover the meaning of the second pearl though.
Do you ever have dreams like this? Symbolic and you wonder if they are true in some special way? I'd love to read about your experiences in the dream realm!
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