Dream Journal

After snoozing the alarm, I found myself in a doctor’s office. It belonged to Dr. Hoddeson, my ENT. I was sitting on the hospital bed trying to figure out why I was there, but I was sooo tired. Dr. Hoddeson came over to me and held up a pink sticky-note with some writing and drawings on it. He asked if it was mine. I didn’t recognize it, and couldn’t read it. It seemed like something I would do. I felt like he saw it as a complaint of some sort. He then walked around the room, doing various things. I was so tired. I gathered up the sheets like in my real bed, laid down, and closed my eyes. I could hear him talking to a nurse about some new medication to try. After a bit he woke me up to drink as much from this bottle of red liquid as I could take, and so I sat up and had a sip. I was beginning to recall that the visit was about blood pressure meds and headaches.