MRI dreams

In my dream early this morning, I had an appointment with my hepatologist to discuss the results of my MRI. She said that they found something wrong with my pituitary gland and that things would begin to deteriorate in the not far off future. And then there would be a second wave of further deterioration. And then I woke up just in time for my actual zoom appointment with this very same hepatologist Only in the non-dream, she told me that my liver had not deteriorated since last year’s MRI and that some of my liver function tests had actually improvised.

I would have to say I am a fortunate one.

I would have to say I think I am still alive. Unless I am only dreaming that I am still alive. But do you still dream when you’re dead? And how would a dead person know if they are dreaming? Is there any difference between a death state and a dream state? This definitely demands more research.

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About The Lost Pedestrian

In my wanderings throughout the moments/days/years, I try in earnest to find the mystical within the mundane and the mundane within the mystical, oftentimes confusing one from the other. I have wandered and roamed through many a city, many a town, in a state of wonder and bewilderment, without necessarily going anywhere. I am easily lost, but eventually found. (I am guessing you have just found me). My sincere hope is that you will find Something in this warehouse of thought, memory and false memory, words, numbers, tangents, murmurs, echoes (lots and lots of echoes), voices, dreams, and other paraphernalia.
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