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 In this dream I'm in some sort of office setting or work setting with other people. We're doing something really important and for a while I thought that's what the whole dream was about. But now it seems like maybe the whole dream is about what happens next because once that happens then what else was going on seems to completely become unimportant. I can't remember what we were doing exactly.

 We had our coats with us so it must have been winter. And people are basically putting their coats into corners or someplace just out of the way and so I throw my coat in with some other people's coats. If this has any importance in the dream I can't think of why we did that. Or why that's in the dream I guess is what I mean.

Then there's a jar of pickles on a table. It's one of those very large jars larger than a gallon I think. A guy picks it up to move it out of the way and hands it to me temporarily just to have some place to put it. The back side of it has broken out which neither one of us can see. And it cuts my hand when I take it from him. It's one of those cuts that at first you don't even realize you're cut but then it became apparent that it was a very serious injury. It was very jagged but at first no blood came out. In fact that is one of the weird things about the dream is I only saw a tiny little bit of blood on my t-shirt at some point but the cut was very serious and life threatening. Now this is probably the point of the dream. First of all there is a blond woman that seems to be an authority and she says we need to get the phone number of the hospital which she finds somehow and calls them. They need to have my healthcare card number. I tell them I don't have my card on me but that I tell them what healthcare provider it is and they are able to look it up somehow. This part of the dream seems kind of involved. A black man becomes involved in this part of the dream also. Helping find all this information and get everyone called. So then the three of us go to the hospital. They sew up my hand but it ends up being quite a bit more stitching than you would ever dream was necessary it goes all the way across my wrist. Then we go back and people are wanting to see my battle wound. Some of them are really impressed.

Next part of the dream. For some reason I was laying on a structure that was several stories tall next to a brick structure that was simply old red bricks stacked up without being mortared together. Now at one point I had been back at work but now I was laying up on top of the structure several stories in the sky. At times I could feel the structure I was on waving slowly back and forth, but the bricks next to me never moved. I picked up some of the bricks and moved them to a different table or something. This doesn't really make any sense because I was laying down and felt like if I rolled over very far I was going to fall several stories to the ground. But I can still pick up these bricks and move them over to a table, it doesn't make sense it's a dream. Plus I was still continuing to talk to people and no one seemed Disturbed or really took notice that I was several stories up in the sky it was like we could all still just talk and work together normally, even though if I rolled over the wrong way I would fall several stories to my death.

The end 

 

Interpretation of the dream:

 The things we do in everyday life seems super important until some disruptive event occurs which makes everything else meaningless. So maybe there's an order of importance or something. Of course we generally already know this. Then the whole thing with the healthcare information and getting a hold of the hospital. In real life I'm critical of the way that we're handling healthcare in America and so it's probably a warning from Satan or something to back off. In the ideal America people would pray for each other and receive healings from our heavenly Father through Jesus Christ around 99.97% of the time. There would be no healthcare system other than Christian churches with Christians praying for each other. This is going to sound disturbing to some people, but in the eternity everyone will worship God through Jesus. God isn't a control freak, he's the creator of all things and we are some of those things, things that God created. But I'm well aware that we don't live in that ideal America. The medical industry has been incredibly helpful to me. They saved my life. They've made multiple operations on me that have incredibly helped me. So how we're handling healthcare payments and how much healthcare costs is my main complaint. Now people are going to say you're comparing apples and oranges. But compare taking your pet to the veterinarian with going to the doctor. They can do all kinds of operations on your dog or cat for no more than a few thousand dollars. The same kind of stuff done on humans could cost more than 100,000. I was told one time when we went to ER that without healthcare insurance a trip to ER would bankrupt most people. There's something wrong with that model. Maybe that was the point of the dream God just wanted to give me another excuse to rant about it. Another thing that I'm somewhat torn between is it's sad as a Christian I've gone to the doctor thinking I was really ill, but the illness was psychosomatic. Now in my book that's simply a term, a nice term, for being mildly mentally ill. I found that very disturbing. And after the doctor explained this to me, being careful not to say that I was mentally ill of course, I slowly got better. I went home and prayed Jesus this isn't right that I'm a Christian and I've prayed to you about this and then I have anointed about it and then it's been going on for over a year now and then the doctor had to admit to me that I'm mentally ill and I'm not sick at all. Either way my faith is incredibly weak or something's going on that I don't understand, both of which are certainly true. It made me sad, but that still doesn't make the way we're doing healthcare in America okay. The way we're doing it is a disaster. People are way over medicated. And now we have to throw in some kind of phony baloney vaccine. And people get the stinking virus anyway even if they've been vaccinated and had boosters. It's not a real vaccine. Real vaccines do stuff like almost eliminate polio. This vaccine is a joke it's more of a hoax from Satan. Now of course everything Satan does is approved by Jesus and God. So although God never tempts us, I have to be careful here, but it appears that God may decieve us.