The operation’s a killer: a dream

I dreamed that I was finally going in for the operation, but in order to get it, I had to die.

A doctor came into the room (she looked like my sister, funnily enough), holding a knife. She told me that I had to slit my wrists and bleed out in order to have this operation. When I told her I didn’t want to do that, she pulled out a syringe and said that she could inject me with whatever was in there and I’d die quickly.

For some reason I thought this a grand idea. I think I knew/suspected that I’d be revived. In the dream, I lay down in the hospital bed and got comfy. The doctor stepped forward and told me that I’d be waking up in the recovery room very soon.

She injected me and I closed my eyes. Everything began to become very slow, very weighted. I felt myself drifting off. The last thing I heard before I woke up to my alarm was the doctor saying to someone that I’d be dead soon.