Okay...how bizarro is this?
The mysterious Mike was in my dream again last night! No hanky panky was involved, but the excitement of knowing it could happen was. And the totally weird thing, we were at the shithole, in both dreams. In fact, we were curled up in OR room six, on the bed. But it wasn't a standard OR bed, it was a normal patient bed. Then of course, he says something that hurts my feelings and I get up to leave, and he starts telling me that she means nothing to him, it was a Freudian slip...
I swear, I'm not drinking or taking any kind of illegal drugs before I go to bed!!
I'm out to have a fun day outside!