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I had a dream last night.

I was at this lady's house along with my brother and some other people I don't know. We were going to see a very sick girl. I didn't know her. She had an extremely rare disease. I'm not sure of the symptoms but she was very sensitive to outside contaminants. So we decided to go in and see her.

We were given a mask and a thermometer by her mother. The thermometer was promptly stuck in my arm. What better way to get someone's temperature than stick it inside their flesh? If the temperature rose above a certain point, we were required to vacate her room immediately. We were put into some sort of people move. While we were preparing to enter her room, we were given an information sheet. Her mom stole it from another person who also had a rare disorder. I guess she thought it was applicable here as well. It said something like this:

Bart has a very rare condition. To look upon him is not for the faint of heart. To say that he is grotesque is an understatement. Please remember that he is under extreme pain and has been that way for most of his life. He is neither a person nor many persons. His body parts come from others. In essence, he is a living modern day Frankenstein. This keeps him alive. He is fragile. Do NOT touch him. Do NOT get within 5 meters of him. Do NOT talk loudly. Do NOT be alarmed if he screams, cries, and moves in a jerky fashion. Do NOT be alarmed by the room. It can be alarming to see the numerous medical devices surround him. It is a clean and sterile environment. It is big. It is sparsely populated. Do NOT get in the way of his doctors and nurses. Do NOT cough or sneeze within a 30-meter radius of him. Do love him.

The girl we were going to see does not have this same condition. We can see the room from a distance. There is a window. It's bright around her bed. All that can be seen is her bed and a few medical monitoring devices. She is sitting up in her bed. I can barely make it out though, it is too far away. I do know that the room is huge, about the size of a regular house.

We sit in some sort of golf cart like contraption. It takes us through several sealed doors until we finally meet her.

She is not Frankenstein. She does not look grotesque. In fact, she appears to be a normal girl. Well, the way a normal girl would look like being in a hospital all her life. She looked to be about in her late twenties. Her hair was frazzled. She was friendly. Didn't appear to be in pain. I didn't know what was wrong with her. All I knew is that she was trapped in this room. She could not leave. Not until they found a cure.

We were talking. What about is not important. She started to walk away and she collapsed onto the floor. Out of nowhere a half dozen nurses and doctors came to her. They lifted her into her bed and proceeded to work on her. When this happened we started traveling back to our starting point. We were never allowed to leave our vehicle. Apparently this sort of thing happened all the time to her.