An interesting dichotomy: I fell asleep imagining myself in my boyfriend's arms, and my brain decided I was overdue for a nightmare. In fact, it Inceptioned that shit, and I had a nightmare within a nightmare. But... here's the thing... my nightmares are always my most intriguing dreams! They tend to have overarching plots, and this one is certainly no exception. It's such a good story, I'm
fascinated instead of frightened... though I am pissed that a) I didn't dream about my bf
and b) I woke up with a wicked headache. Okay, here we go:
I was in the hospital with my mother. I don't recall it being for a serious condition, but it was one of those "got sick/hurt on the weekend, and the clinics are all closed" deals. That said, the hospital is rather busy, and I'm stuck in the waiting room for quite some time. In fact, my brain's emotional complex fed me all the boredom I typically feel when in an actual waiting room at this point. A Russian spy (don't ask) took interest in me and started chatting it up with me. He had the stereotypical broken English but was friendly enough, and we had an overall pleasant conversation. I think my brain glossed over what was actually said, because it was unimportant. So, I go back to some room, finally, but here's the thing - they were so busy, a nurse got confused and started treating me for something I didn't have. They managed to catch it just barely in time, because had they not, I could have been administered a lethal dose of some drug, since I didn't need it.
Next scene, we're out in the waiting room screaming bloody murder at the staff, because... I could have been killed by their fuckup! The nurse in question was a total bitch about it too, basically implying that I should have said something before being hooked up to an IV. Finally, I have a seat in the waiting room for... some reason, and I pull out the laptop I used to have a few years ago. It was a POS and it blew up. Anyway, I open Instant Messenger (which I never had IRL but ok) And my Russian Spy friend contacts me. He says that one of the body bags in the hallway to my left has two bodies in it, and one of them isn't exactly dead yet. He essentially implies that the bitchy nurse who almost killed me has been dosed with a paralytic, meaning she's fully aware, but unable to move or speak. Essentially, the spy put me in the exact same position as she was in before; in charge of someone else's life. She's at risk of being carted off for cremation along with the bodies, and I have the option of telling someone about it, or doing nothing and letting things happen. I tell him that I'm sorry, but I just can't let someone else die. So I go to check on the cart... and it's gone. Russian Spy is back in person and he tells me that "he may have fucked up our game", meaning she was carted off before I had the chance to make my choice. So I go screaming to a guard about it, but it's too late. She's been burned.
The guard consoles me and tells me there was nothing I could do at this point, and basically sweet-talks me into looking forward to going home and just moving on from this point. Of course, by this point Russian Spy is nowhere to be seen. So, I go home, and finally go to bed. And fall asleep. Then I have a brief nightmare... in my dream... of the nurse screaming as the fire incinerates her. As I wake up from that nightmare in-dream, I also wake up IRL.
I have to say, I'm actually rather interested here. As horrifying as it is, combining multiple phobias, it's also one of the more intriguing dreams I've had in a long time. Not only because of its plot, but its themes: I love the
Saw-esque role-reversal game, the moral choices to be made (and in fact, in Fridge Logic, telling someone that I just randomly know there's a living person in a body bag would make me rather... suspicious, to the point I could get implicated, meaning it might be better to just go home), and of course, any time I have a dream within a dream, something I haven't had since I was... about 10... always worth mentioning.