Dream Journal
At work, my coworker Jeff took the phones off forwarding before I could get to it. While standing in a long hallway I told my supervisor Rhonda that I wasn’t logged in yet.
I went into a hospital room with a donor’s family; the donor had not yet died and I sat with the donor’s wife. Jeff and my father and other staff members kept walking through the room while we waited for the man to die.
The man’s wife asked about the frequency of letters we would send her after donation. I listed all of the contact that we would make, but couldn’t remember how many phone calls Linda usually made to the family. I wasn’t supposed to be talking with the family yet and felt very unprepared. The woman was grateful for the information.
I invited her to a quieter room in the back where there wouldn’t be so many people walking through the room. We stood up to leave and my dad kissed me on the lips. The woman looked surprised and asked how I knew him. I could tell that she knew him, too. I told her that he was my father. I wanted him to let go of me.
Themes: Dad