And my mom looks like this.
And I have several sisters and a brother. We’re going to some sort of joke museum, which my mom and I are upset about because we had had something else in mind. The exit we take off the highway to get there (in Indiana, I believe it is) has two and a half lanes. We got into one of the lanes, but all of the other drivers were confused and people were going different directions in the same lanes. We swerved around, trying to avoid the oncoming traffic, but finally got hit head-on by another car. Dad is badly burned over a lot of his body and my sister has a head injury. An ambulance arrives almost immediately and we get taken to Seattle Grace Hospital from Grey's Anatomy.
George and Izzy, two characters on the show, take away my dad and sister to take care of them. The rest of my family, my mom and sisters and I, are waiting around anxiously for news. (My brother seems to have disappeared.) Myself and one of other sisters, a short chubby girl, go down to the hospital gift shop, which bears a near-exact resemblance to the market that was underneath my dorm back at college.
When we pick out some junk food to buy, she tells me she's going to pay and pulls out an unfamiliar wallet from her purse. I grab her bag and look in it and see several unfamiliar wallets. She has apparently been pick-pocketing people since we got here. Rebecca/Ava, another character from Grey's (who was a patient on the show but is in nurse's scrubs here) walks up from farther back in the line at the register and asks if her wallet is in there, because it's missing. I pull out a handful of wallets from the bag and show them to her, and she identifies a brown leather one as hers.
At this point there are two nonsensical breaks in the story line. (After these deviations, it returns to the original dream.) The dream moves to a hallway full of practice rooms. Owen Hunt, another Grey's doctor, is in the hallway, and several young men are attempting to play string instruments. Hunt takes a violin from one of them and begins to play it as a demonstration. It's amazing.
That part ends quickly, and the scene shifts to my paternal grandmother's living room, on her beige couch with red and green stripes. (Sounds ugly - actually the most comfortable couch in the world.) My real-life mom and I are watching this whole dream thus far play out on a Grey’s Anatomy episode on my laptop, and she is actually enjoying it. (I say "actually" because my mom thinks TV dramas are stupid.)
Then we get back to the original story line. My dream mom, my sisters and I are out in one of our other cars, driving along that same stretch of highway exit and get in another car accident hit head-on again. We lasted slightly longer swerving around the lanes than we had with Dad driving. When we all become aware again, I realize that my legs and hand are broken. They feel weird and heavy and achy and we have to wait forever for an ambulance to come.
I try calling 911 again and again, but I can't push the right buttons, and when I do the call doesn't go through. An ambulance finally comes with an old childhood friend of mine, Courtney, calls 911 when her and her mom drive by and see us lying in the ditch.
We get in the ambulance and it has 2 rooms. I’m lying on a stretcher in the main room. I can’t find my cat or my bird, Blake, and this is suddenly the biggest problem in my life. (I don’t have a bird named Blake, and I don't believe my cat was with us.) I'm freaking out and trying to search everywhere, despite my multiple injuries. When we get to the hospital I refuse to get out of the ambulance for a good fifteen minutes while I was looking for them until finally Izzy makes me get out and takes me into the hospital.
The next thing I remember is having another ambulance ride, this time back to my house. None of my family is with me, except, inexplicably, Stewie Griffin. The ambulance drops me off, completely immobile in three casts, in my front yard. It drives off, leaving me lying there in the grass waiting for the rest of my family to return home.
In conclusion, I am not proud of how much television I watch.
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