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I dreamed Jacob and I moved into a luxury suite in my old dorm at Indiana State, where -- apparently -- many of my old schoolmates still lived. Then I dreamed that on a dark street, a druggy-looking prostitute started skipping in circles around me trying to get me to contract for his services. THEN, I dreamed that at the Easter Vigil at St. Peter's Episcopal Church, Chicago, a guy who was supposed to read instead walked to the tabernacle, took out a ciborium full of hosts, scattered them all over the altar, and then proceeded to do a liturgical dance by candlelight, being roundly booed and hissed and finally manhandled out of the church so that the deacon could proceed to read the Gospel. Later in that dream, the liturgy stalled for an hour when the acolytes couldn't get the candles lit.

I was sitting in a hospital office, unaware how I had gotten there, with my friend, Angela, beside me. On the opposite side of the desk sat a nurse who was handing us papers, and asking for our signatures. She was talking for what seemed like a very long time, but her exact words escape my memory. After signing the papers, I leaned over the desk to hand them back to the nurse, but I could not reach her. After struggling for a bit, I decided to walk around the desk, but when I tried to stand, I noticed the bottom half of my leg was completely swollen and red. I then realized Angela’s leg looked the same and that we were both in wheelchairs. The nurse came and took the papers from me and then wheeled Angela and I down a long, dark hallway that appeared to be never ending, until we turned into a different room; it was extremely cold and had two small hospital beds. Angela and I laid down, both tremendously nervous. Angela was crying, but not myself. We ended up having surgery; they amputated each of our right legs, from the knee down, and reattached them to each other. The last thing I remember before waking up is Angela and I thanking the doctors nonstop for the surgery.

I was sitting in a hospital office, unaware how I had gotten there, with my friend, Angela, beside me. On the opposite side of the desk sat a nurse who was handing us papers, and asking for our signatures. She was talking for what seemed like a very long time, but her exact words escape my memory. After signing the papers, the nurse walked Angela and I into a different room; it was extremely cold and had one queen sized hospital bed. Ang and I laid down, both tremendously nervous. Angela was crying, but not myself. We ended up having surgery; they amputated each of our right arms, from the elbow down, and reattached them to each other. The last thing I remember before waking up is Angela and I thanking the doctors nonstop for the surgery.

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