Wiccan Whirlpool

Wow.

I was walking around a carnival type of place which reminded me of Musikfest and the Celtic Classic. It ran all through the city and it was crowded with people. Eventually I walked away from the crowds on to a street near the hospital. People there were dying, and they all needed injections from gigantic syringes. A doctor in a white coat was checking the needles to see if they worked properly. Each syringe was inserted into a slot in an outer wall and they were lined up like water meters, which just seemed so strange because I didn’t understand how the dying people would get their medication or what this medication was for. The doctor explained that the dying people were in little cubbies hooked up to tubes, and that these syringes would deliver their meds via the tubes. Just as I was ready to ask him more my coworker’s boyfriend pulled up on a magic carpet and told me I had to get on because we were running very late.

I got on the carpet and we flew away from the hospital, back over part of the carnival, and down a street where a man was growing gigantic cacti–each one was a different kind, and they were all about 50 feet tall. He was going to sell them, we could see him adjusting his sign. We sped off to the top of a building where we picked up my coworker and some other friends, and then we were off at high speed toward the hotel where we had our reservations. We dove sharply and the bottom fell out of my stomach, but we landed safely and we all went downstairs into the restaurant. It was more casual than I expected, but a large round table was reserved for us. The walls of the place were stark white and the lighting was very dim. Our table was big but in it’s own little section of the restaurant. The only light was yellow and it came from a few tiny sconces on the walls. My dead father was there waiting, and it made me feel sick. We ordered appetizers and drinks but I don’t remember any entrees. We took a long time to eat and it was very late when we were done. All the time we were laughing and joking and trying to ignore Dad. Eventually dinner was over and we were ready to leave…

and then I woke up.

What’s next??