alice

I couldn’t sleep for ages last night. I was quite tired but I had so much on my mind that I couldn’t drift off. First I was thinking about Bob going to New York tomorrow (today) and how much of an amazing time he will have, and then I was thinking of my own travel plans, and I tried to arrange some things in my head, where I’d go, what I’d see. Then I started trying to remember some Dutch vocab I’d read recently, but midnight on a Sunday night in bed isn’t the best time for that I guess.

And when I did eventually drift off I had the weirdest dream ever.

I dreamt I was starring in a new movie, and we had just got started with the filming when I had appendicitis. I was rushed to hospital and stayed there for a week while I was treated. I had no anesthetic and I watched as they cut me open and removed my appendix.

I left the hospital on a Saturday, and when I got home my mum explained that as a celebration we were going out on the Sunday for a meal. I asked where and she said San Francisco. We would fly out early morning, have a meal in Chinatown in SF and then fly back in the evening. I was so confused.

And we did, we went to San Francisco and I collapsed on the plane, because I wasn’t really meant to fly straight after surgery.

I was rushed straight back to hospital and I woke up at 6am to the sound of the Steel Samurai (my alarm) crying because you can die from appendicitis.

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