It’s night. I’m standing outside a ?theatre. It’s raining and there are people with umbrellas walking past me in either direction. Some of them go into the theatre. The tires of the cars passing make a hissing sound on the wet road. I don’t have an umbrella and i’m beginning to get uncomfortably wet so i follow some people as they go into the theatre. As soon as we pass through the double glass doors we begin to descend down a staircase. The stairs go up and down and there are areas of just straight long hallways. It’s well lit and reminds me of a hospital corridor sort of. Everybody else is with somebody (couples) but i’m by myself and i’m curious to see what’s going on in the theatre. Finally we get to an ornate oak door with brass trimmings. It’s very rich looking. As the crowd and i enter the room i can see that it’s a concert hall but it’s divided into two rooms. The front room is cozy. There're maybe one hundred seats. The rows of theatre seats are laid out at a diagonal and in the corner is a grand piano. Tom Waits is playing! Other people are going into the room beyond the first room. That part is a big cafeteria-looking type of room with metal chairs lined up. I don’t want to go there. The seating in the front room consists of several rows of connected chairs. The chairs are made of wood and the seat, back and arm rests are padded and covered in red velvet. There are only a few other people in this room and i sit down directly in front of the piano. The only thing separating me from Tom Waits is a red velvet covered rope. I have to leave this dream for some reason and i go out the oak door back onto the rainy street.
I’m back in my bed and i can hear the sound of an old fashioned alarm clock being wound. I’m not sure if i’m asleep or awake really. I see a hazy white area in the dark of my room coming from the door towards me. At first i think it’s Audree but then i realize it’s a mostly formless girl ghost. I see the clock that it’s “holding” even though there are no arms or hands. The clock is gold colored, white faced with black roman numerals on the dial. There are two bells on top of the clock and the clapper thing in between them. I can’t see what time it is and i’m struggling to wake up, trying to speak and ask the ghost what she wants but the ghost reaches my bed and i’m unable to wake up. The alarm goes off and the bells begin to ring.
I’m back on the sidewalk in the rain, entering the glass doors. This time the stairs aren’t so long and i just walk down to the oak door and go in. Tom Waits is still playing the piano. This time i take a seat to the right of him, right next to him. I can feel the warmth of his arm against my left arm. His hand looks strange. His pinkie finger on his right hand looks partially cut off. But it’s much too thick to be a finger, and even amputated as it is, it’s still longer than a normal finger [Duh. Penis. Very subtle sleeping mind].
Now i’m in a bedroom (supposed to be “my” bedroom but i don’t recognize it) with Tom Waits. He’s a doctor. I never knew he was a doctor. We’re talking about the medication i’m on for my brain and he suggests a little change – the same drug just taken in different amounts. He suggests i take 40mg and 10mg alternating. I’m not sure and ask if he would call Dr. Reid but Tom Waits doesn’t want to call. I ask him if i can take the 40mg pill and the 10mg pill then (rather than the multiples of 20mg pills i really take) and he says i can. He writes me the prescription but even as i take it i think that i won’t fill it without talking with Dr. Reid first. "Dr. Wait" gives me a receipt for the “visit” and another prescription for physical therapy and leaves. I look at the receipt. It’s the kind you use to file for insurance reimbursement and the charge is $50.00 but where the doctor’s name goes it’s scratched out and where my name is, it’s all smeared. I realize that insurance won’t accept this and wonder if i should try to call Tom Waits back to fix it. I see there's also a prescription for physical therapy but i don’t remember talking about physical therapy or what it's for but think that it might be a good idea and i wake up.
I’m back on the sidewalk in the rain, entering the glass doors. This time the stairs aren’t so long and i just walk down to the oak door and go in. Tom Waits is still playing the piano. This time i take a seat to the right of him, right next to him. I can feel the warmth of his arm against my left arm. His hand looks strange. His pinkie finger on his right hand looks partially cut off. But it’s much too thick to be a finger, and even amputated as it is, it’s still longer than a normal finger [Duh. Penis. Very subtle sleeping mind].
Now i’m in a bedroom (supposed to be “my” bedroom but i don’t recognize it) with Tom Waits. He’s a doctor. I never knew he was a doctor. We’re talking about the medication i’m on for my brain and he suggests a little change – the same drug just taken in different amounts. He suggests i take 40mg and 10mg alternating. I’m not sure and ask if he would call Dr. Reid but Tom Waits doesn’t want to call. I ask him if i can take the 40mg pill and the 10mg pill then (rather than the multiples of 20mg pills i really take) and he says i can. He writes me the prescription but even as i take it i think that i won’t fill it without talking with Dr. Reid first. "Dr. Wait" gives me a receipt for the “visit” and another prescription for physical therapy and leaves. I look at the receipt. It’s the kind you use to file for insurance reimbursement and the charge is $50.00 but where the doctor’s name goes it’s scratched out and where my name is, it’s all smeared. I realize that insurance won’t accept this and wonder if i should try to call Tom Waits back to fix it. I see there's also a prescription for physical therapy but i don’t remember talking about physical therapy or what it's for but think that it might be a good idea and i wake up.
Obviously a push from an inner consciousness to get going before time runs out. Tom "wait" and clocks. Nice. The ghost part was odd. Sleep paralysis maybe? I can’t tell if i was awake or asleep when that part happened. Wishing i didn't have to take my drugs?
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