MistressMaggie wrote:I had my first dream about this forum last night.... I was reading about Katjapurrs upcoming surgery before i went to bed, and i guess i've been watching too much grey's anatomy...
I was working a party or something.. i remember i was selling food from behind a counter (big paper bags full of french fries) and this ambulance pulls up. Katja is driving, and she pulls up, opens the door, and there's blood everywhere, in her lap and on the floor under her seat, but all she can say is "it's gone.. it's gone..." Apparently, at this point i became a surgeon and hopped into the ambulance to take her to a hospital in London, Ontario, despite the fact that she kept telling me it wasn't necessary because "it's gone now. It's ok!" The highway we were on, oddly enough, appeared to be driving through a prison, as every few minutes we would pass a giant wall with barbed wire across the top. I got lost and had to stop for directions to the hospital because "I'm a surgeon, not a driver dammit!"
I don't remember whether we ever made it to the hospital, but at least katja was happy.
I love making guest appearances in other people's dreams, although i can only think of one scenario that would result in this.. and it'd make one helluva book 
s'always nice to know people are thinking of you! 
My dreams have been a bit few and far between lately as i tend to remember dreams less when I'm stressed. I used to have a lot of dreams about being involuntarily committed, (usually these were those dreams where you wake up in the dream and you're still dreaming... just to put an emphasis on the "prisoner" part of the dream). Usually in these dreams i was a child, as were the other "patients", the "hospital" was usually a labyrinth constructed of random rooms and hallways from the church i went to growing up, and the dreams usually centered around trying to help as many people escape as i could. I would usually be granted some superpowers at the beginning of the dream to help me in my quest, but as the dream would progress i would be captured, roughed up (or chemically sedated) and placed in confinement. Each time i would "wake up" the confinement would be more and more intense and my powers would disappear, eventually I'd just curl up in a ball and rock in the corner.
Next year I'll be going to community college trying to build up a transcript so i can get back in school and start on the path towards becoming a social worker and help some children escape abuse for real.
Wahoo Dreams!
