Weird one. in Dreams (as in actual dreams, not hopes and fantasies)

I must be more concerned about my blood pressure being a bit high, then I thought.

Last night I dreamed that I was at some doctors office. He took my BP, and it was 182/92. I told him that the top number has never been that high, and that I must be nervous and it’s fine, and I will see him next time.

He wouldn’t hear it. He told me that I needed to stay right there, and that they were going to put me into an observation room (it was a hospital of some kind) for a bit and would give me some mild medication to get my BP down and I’d have to wait around to see if it would work.

He said, “Don’t worry about it, you should be able to go home if it works out. We’ll just put you in a bed. You’ll have some wet towels under you, but just ignore that.

I’m like, “Wet towels? You mean you’re giving me a diuretic that’s going to make me piss myself, can’t I just go to the bathroom?”

So he escorts me into this room with a hospital bed, and I notice that it’s covered with wet towels.

I think to myself, that since I”m a nurse, I should know about this treatment to lower blood pressure, so I’m not going to ask about it, and make myself look bed. I’m sure wet towels make sense. In some way.

Then he brings me the “medication” in a clear plastic cup. Now you can tell this is just a dream because it’s the doctor who brings me the medication and is attending to me, not a nurse lol.

I take the cup, and it has some white liquid that looks like cum, and a raw egg in it.

“Just drink it down, and it should lower your BP.”

I’m a bit skeptical, but who am I to argue with modern science, right?

I start drinking this thing, and it tastes worse then it looks. I mean it doesn’t have any flavor, but the consistency is totally disgusting, and have a really hard time with this cold slimy egg.
But I get it down.

Then he tells me to lie down for awhile.

I do as I’m told. The wet towels are warm so it’s ok. I start to dose off, when some male nurses come in. They hover around me, and I hear one make a comment that “holy shit, he’s feet stink real bad,” and they start trying to put pillows over it.

I’m thinking that what the fuck, I don’t have smelly feet, but yeah, I did work all day before coming in for this appointment so maybe.

So they got all these pillows on and around my feet, and I’m feeling self conscious, while pretending to sleep, as I try to get my allegedly stinky feet under some sheets.
When I do that they put the pillows back over it.

Now I’m thinking, “Whatever dudes, I just want this to be over with so I can get the fuck out of here.”

Then they go to some kid in a near by bed, and make the same comment about his feet stinking. I’m thinking, “Aha, motherfuckers, it was that kid, it wasn’t me.”

Next thing I know, I hear the doctor who gave me the meds is coming back, and he has my primary doctor with him. He’s telling him, “I don’t know what’s wrong with him, I’ve never seen anything like it.”

Great.

This is where it gets weird. Yeah, more weird.

A few years ago, I had a dream that I was at my primary doctors office, and he found that I had a very rare disease that didn’t have any treatement options at that time, and basically it was eventually going to kill me. Now every few years I have some kind of a continuation of that dream, in some way or another, and this seemed to be one too.

They both come in, and the first doctor is telling my primary, as he is feeling a vein in my neck, “It’s totally crooked, it’s very strange.”

My primary replies, “Yes, he has (I never know what the disease’s name is when he says it) and this is one of the simptoms.”

The first doctor says, “Man, if this was red, then it would have burst a long time ago. Guess it’s a good thing that it’s blue.”

For some reason, I know that he is referring to medical pictures where an artery is usually pictured as red, and a vein is pictured as blue. So he is saying that if it was an artery it would not have been able to handle the pressure, but the vein is stronger and is still holding.
I have no idea if this makes any real world sense, but hey it’s a dream.

So basically they are saying that there isn’t anything that they can do, and that any minute, day, week, or year, this vein in my neck is going to burst, and I will be dead.

Then I woke up to some asshole blowing leaves off of the roof under neath my window.