Last month I had a dream about the doctor of mine that retired last year. I absolutely loved my Dr. B. and missed him so much. I had gone to him for over ten years and looked at him as a father figure and have mourned his retirement like the death of a family member. So, anyway let me get to the dream. It was like at first an overview of the place from above. There was a large parking lot with a little two room white trailer like they have on construction sites. Next, I was in the back room where Dr. B’s office and we were talking. A vehicle pulled up beside the window to the office. Dr. B told me to open the window. I said, No you can’t talk to me and them too. He said, sure I can. The woman told him what was wrong and he told her to pull to the next window to pay and get her prescription. So I sat in his office as a few more cars came by and repeated the process.
Is it my subconscious telling me the doctor’s office thing has gone to shit? No more than a local fast food approach? Where they get youd order wrong with cold fries? Obamacare? It’s strange that I remember this dream because usually I don’t remember dreams.