I believe the dream started out in a hospital. I was with a group of doctors who were very familiar to me, but I don't remember their faces and it is unlikely that I know any of them in real life.
They had just told me that I was going to die soon, of a disease that I had apparently had for a while. It was going to get worse fast and kill me, so I left the hospital to try and find a loved one to break the news to.
I found myself walking along a dirt road in the woods, thoroughly lost. It was starting to get a little hard for me to breathe. I wandered into a volleyball game that was being played by several creatures from "Where the Wild Things Are." They did not see me and were no help whatsoever.
Whenever I took a breath, there was a sharp pain in my chest, and when I poked my stomach, it hurt when I took pressure off. (A sign of internal bleeding. I'm definitely paranoid.)
Finally, after a long stretch of stumbling around the trails, I came across my father and Aunt Leslie pulling suitcases down a trail towards a crossroads. I didn't get a chance to explain to them that I was about to die - I couldn't even get their attention - before my dream ended.
The next day, directly after having this dream, I came down with some strange 24-hour infection that had me feverish, dizzy, short of breath, and thoroughly convinced that my dream was coming true and that I was going to die alone in a dorm room at Western. (I've been away at a fine arts festival.)
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