A really shoddy McDonald’s at the entry of the hospital that I desperately wanted to enter. So I did, the hospital was one long winding hall instead of several floors like a labyrinth.
Everything was extreme detail and I was aware that I was dreaming. I ended up in a room, two beds. It was attached to an operating room of the same size through a bedroom door.
I peered into the OR and said ‘I can’t believe I’ve breathed in here once’. The rooms were oddly intimate if intimacy was poisoned. It was like viewing things from the brain of a child’s drawing.