I had a dream that Mitchell was in the hospital. For some strange reason, he was in Arkansas. He wanted me to visit him and so I did. I drove all the way to Arkansas. When I arrived, the hospital looked like a house. I went inside, and on all the patient's doors were their names. I found Mitchell's and his door was open. His nose was red and he had pneumonia. Before I could walk in, the doctor shut the door in my face. So I knocked. She opened and I asked if I could come in. She said no. I asked why and she replied with, "So he won't die." So I got frustrated and sat on the porch of the hospital. I then got up and went to the field further away from the hospital, and sat there. After I did that, my dream went back to the hospital, but my dreambody stayed on the grass. (Does that make sense?)
Well on the porch was the Doctor and Mitchell's mom. She was trying to convince the doctor to let me see him. She said that if we were to see each other, he would definitely get better. She said our relationship was magic and like nothing she'd ever seen before.
I got to see Mitchell and I made him better.
Yay for having a romantic brain. :)
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