Dream...
My phone is ringing. It is a grocery store/gas station type place (that is calling), I don't want to answer because I remember that in the past I stole some chapstick from them. They call again, and this time I think maybe it is best that I do answer, confess, apologize, and tell them I have cancer now and I will never do anything like that again. Maybe they will be compassionate and understanding, and my guilt will be assuaged. So I pick up the phone. It is not who I expected. It is a woman annoyed that I have missed my appointment for a scan. In my dream-world, not only did I have an appointment for an echocardiogram, I also had an appointment for a scan. She asks me what I have been eating lately. I tell her salads, veggie pizza, light stuff. She says, okay, why don't you come in now for your scan? I agree to. She gives me the street coordinates. I tell her I don't know where those streets are. Then I realize I can just enter them into the GPS in my phone. So I tell her, I'll find it, I'll be there.
This is the confusing part.
I start driving to the place, and punching the two streets into my phone. A second car of mine, a white car, which is also driving, gets out of my control while I am doing this. It starts to speed ahead without my direction. I freak out, jump out of the car I am in, and race to catch up with the white car. I cannot run fast enough to catch up and I see it collide with another vehicle. I am on the side of the road as the victims of the accident struggle to get out of their now ruined heap of metal. There are three people. They are all "bald" like me. I think in my dream mind that they must, like me, also be going through chemo. They are injured from the accident. One of them is missing part of a leg! I am so upset and so sorry. I feel intensely emotional. I am kneeling on the ground, leaning my face into my folded legs. I am so upset and my chest is hurting at my tumor site. I say "I am....mortified."
