My dream last night
Last night I dreamt that I was a space explorer. I had my own ship, and I soared toward the outreaches of space. I was fairly successful. At this particular moment in my life as a space explorer, I stopped at a free floating hospital, a massive and sullen structure, drifting amidst the stars. I was there to see my mother. I spent a while looking for her, darting through substations and floors, talking to receptionists. Being lost in large buildings is a common theme in my dreams. Eventually, I found her. She was well, but still bed ridden, and I sat beside her. She was surprised that I had come to visit her, that I had gone through all the effort to find her in the labryinthian hospital. I asked her, how could I not? In the dream, I began to cry, recounting to her how she had cared for me through my many week long hospital trips as an asthmatic youth, my delicate early years. I told her that I would explore the farthest stars to pay for her stay at the hospital, and that I would always come back.
When I woke up, I remembered how long it had been since I spoke to my mother. I wondered what the most unrealistic part of the dream was.
