I woke up to a room I did not recognize.
My vision was blurrier than normal but I was sure that,.. Oh, there’s a plastic tube running down my arm. I was in the hospital, what the fuck!?
I didn’t panic. Been in the hospital many times. But I didn’t remember how I got there this time.
I tried to sit up. No problems. All limbs still there. All. I felt my head around. Tried to see if I had wounds anywhere. Everything nominal.
“Oh! My god! You’re awake!”, the nurse almost screamed. And ran towards my bedside…
It was my high school crush. A Caribbean goddess who had inspired the word “voluptuous” in at least 5 languages.
I saw her cleavage move in slow motion as she approached towards me and I knew then nothing was wrong with my body.
“So, it’s THAT kind of dream!”, I thought.
“We, have been so worried, about you!”, said my crush as she kissed my cheek.
Wait… “We”!?
Another nurse came in. It was my ex-wife.
“Not a dream, then”, I revised my thought.
Another nurse, my college girlfriend.
“Or maybe…”
My entire dev group from public works came in.
“Oh no… I need to wake the fuck up!”
But peeps just wanted to say hi. I accepted the illogicity of the dream. But soon the hospital room turned into a party, seemed like a hundred peeps. I was afraid the hospital would throw us all out.
I was relieved to wake up for real.
