Arbeitslos

I had a terrible dream last night in which I got stabbed in the chest three times. A gang of hooligans was about to attack someone I knew, or at least in my dream I knew.  I tried to intervene and promptly got stabbed by a curly-haired girl in the chest, three times.  Each wound just around my heart.  I didn’t bleed at all, but I felt like I was going to die.  In my dream, Kelly, my wife, called 911 and I was rushed to the hospital.  In my dream, I blacked out. I mean, there was a part of the dream that was blacked-out to me - the going to the hospital part.  Later in the dream, I came to.  I had to work at the Royale, where I work part-time as a bartender/barback in real life.  I tried to call in sick, but they said that getting stabbed in the chest was no excuse and that if I had been released by the hospital, then I still had to come in and work.  I still felt like dying.  I remember trying to show a coworker my internal bleeding.  I even took off all my clothes behind the bar.  No one seemed to care.  Then, I realized that the hospital only fixed one of my wounds, and freaked out. So, then, I yelled for someone to call 911 again, and went to see the doctor again. In my dream, the doctor who fixed me was an old friend of mine I hadn’t seen in years, and who recently died.  In my dream, I asked her how she felt after what happend, and she smiled and said that she was fine.  She fixed me up good, but then I was nervous about paying the doctor bill because I didn’t have the money. I remember Kelly talking with the nurse aobut it and saying it would be okay, but I was still worried.  Then the dream ended.