I had the strangest dream last night. Apparently sea salt roasted chickpeas and melatonin have strange interactions.
I woke up in a bed in my parents house, my dad came in and gave me a tray full of things made out of watermelon. I asked him what it was for, and he said he heard I wasn't feeling well. It was really nice of him. Then I put on a shirt, but was still wearing my pajama pants when we all decided to go out to lunch as a family with my sister's family (Aubrey). One of my nephews was goofing off and fell backwards with his head right next to a brick fireplace. I asked if he was ok, and he said he was, but he didn't move, and blood started to flow from his cheek. I picked him up and held him, then rushed him to the hospital.
The doctor was taking a look at him, and I hung around for a few hours, while she talked about different therapy things. I realized I wanted to go home, but couldn't go anywhere because I didn't have the keys to Synthia. I wanted to call my dad, and I realized I didn't have my phone on me. I asked the doctor and she said the hospital had appropriated it, and it wouldn't be available for two weeks. I was pretty upset. I kept talking and asking, but she wouldn't relent. Finally I left to find her director, and went wandering through the hospital. Apparently his office was above the library, so I started walking and it was a huge spiraling amphitheater thing that went up and up. there were all these rooms were people were having piano recitals. One guy said he wish he didn't have to go. Finally I got up and asked some people who were heading down what was up there, and they said more rooms, so I decided to go back down.
I walked down and my family was waiting there, and I was wearing my work pants. I reached into my back pocket and found a random phone that I realized I could swap out with my phone. I couldn't leave, even though I had my keys, because I really needed my phone. I went back to the doctor, who was suprised about the miraculous appearance of another phone, so I traded it out and got my phone back.
My phone had all this tape on it that I needed to scrape off, so I went to the hospital front room and was scraping red paint off of white pottery tea pots, when a lady approached me and told me not to be doing that. So I walked out, and found a UPS store. I asked if they had anything to clean off phone screens, and he took me into the back and started trying to sell me on buying a GPS. He handed it to me, and I realized he was probably on commission sales for this, but then realized I should buy something I didn't need out of pity.