Night of 3-8-14
Last night I had a dream that I was a soldier and during the war I met a man who used to be my good friend and personal doctor before he joined the enemy. I was angry with him and while we were stationed together (he’d been pardoned and was now valuable) I cried and yelled about how his betrayal was worse than anything id faced in the war. What he’d been through had aged him, made him quiet and sad, and he didnt argue.
I got injured? In the gut, while on the field. When they brought me back I wanted him to help me and not another doctor. I was delirious with pain but he talked to me and wanted me to tell him about what he missed while he was gone. I think I cried again, but out of emotion and not pain. He took good care of me. I think I forgave him