I woke up this morning still half in a dream.

I was at the hospital getting ready for some procedure.  The nurse told me to go down the hall to the bathroom to get water and to drink four cups.  I already had one paper cup very full of water, so I walked down the hall in my hospital gown trying not to spill that one.

I couldn’t find the bathroom and someone told me there was a drinking fountain on another floor, so my sister and I (she just magically arrived) got on the elevator, me still holding my cup of water.  But the elevator wouldn’t go anywhere, the door wouldn’t even shut, so my sister got off the elevator and walked around the corner and called back that there was another elevator over there.

So she and I got on that one, the doors closed and it began to move sideways, and quite fast.  Then we were coming out from an underground parking deck and we were in some sort of commuter van, in the next to last seat, with hospital employees in the two rows ahead of us and a driver who was headed across a major street into the employee parking lot.  The people behind us in the last row of seats were also hospital patients who had been trying to find something in the hospital and had erroneously ended up in the van, now across the street from the hospital in the employee parking lot.  All wearing hospital gowns.

So the female driver of the van looked at all of us as we climbed out of the van and told us she had to wait there for a certain number of employees to show up before she could go back to the hospital and we should try to find another way back.

I’m still carrying my cup of water, trying not to spill it and thinking it was very rude of the driver not to take us back to the hospital immediately when Katie jumped on me and announced a new day had arrived.

I hope the dream is not a prophecy as I am going to the doctor this morning, but I’m not expecting to end up in the hospital, nor carrying a full cup of water around with me.

Katie feels she saved me from an even worse ending.  You never know.