I dreamed I was a match.
I dreamed the surgery was scheduled for 3/21. Actually, they booked it for another day and I reminded them all transplants happen on Mondays. So we checked the schedule and moved it back a few days.
Here's the freaky part. I woke up, checked my calendar, and 3/21 really is a Monday.
Nothing like that ever's happened to me before. My dreams are almost always anxiety-based and take place either in my home town of Massapequa or on a cruise ship. Whatever the locale, I'm always trying to get somewhere and can't. There are no dates, no times, no numbers, no logical conversations. No practicality. No real life references.
Whew.
I'm still having a moment.
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