Recurring dream

Queen’s Medical Centre, where I had the misfortune of spending two weeks in October 2004, is the largest hospital in Nottingham. It has 6 floors I think and each floor looked identical to me when coming out of the lifts. The corridor goes round in a massive square and only the outer rooms have windows. There is very little contrast between floors, walls and doors and very harsh lighting.

You’re probably wondering why I’m describing this in my journal, but ever since leaving the hospital, it has become the stuff of nightmares for me. I’m always lost in these corridors usually with some pressing errand that has a deadline and needs to be done. It is a very panicky dream and I often wake up from it sweating and sometimes even crying.

Last night the dream was a little different in that I had a mobile phone with me. I tried to call for a taxi but the driver refused to come in and look for me. He said that I’d got myself into this mess so it was up to me to get out of it. He’d see me outside. So I then tried the ward that I had been on and they said I had no place there and they couldn’t be responsible for me.

Very weird. I wish I knew a bit about the meaning of dreams. All I can say is that this one only rears its ugly head if I’m feeling insecure.

Sorry guys, another self-orientated entry. I’ll try and do better next week!

About Mel Griffiths

I live and work in Nottingham, England and am blind. This blog is often centred around things that happen to me because of being blind. This is my space to write and sometimes people will disagree with what I write, but its the one place I have in which to be frank and honest. I also like to reflect on the funnier side of life from time to time.
This entry was posted in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s