Here’s a weird one.

Don’t remember how I got there, but I was sitting in a chair across from a nurse in my parent’s dining room by the long window seat than runs the length of the room.  The nurse was trying to teach me something.  I cannot remember what it was, but it had to do directly with or metaphorically with my own circulatory system.  As a demonstration of a specific lesson (forgotten upon waking) she took a scalpel to my hand.  

She asked for my hand and I was nervous and afraid, knowing what she’d do.  But I allowed it to happen anyways.  What she did was suppose to make a shallow cut in one of my veins to demonstrate the pulsing flow of the circulatory system in a shocking and unforgettable way.  I saw her become nervous and even frightened as she cut too deeply and blood flowed in spurts freely from a nearly perfect hole in the palm of my hand.  I could see the obvious tracery of blue capillaries beneath the skin of my palm as the reddish blood flew out of my wound like a hose with a hand pump.  

I jumped up and put useless pressure on it and forgot the nurse was even around.  I ran outside to get to the hospital knowing it would take too long and I would bleed out.  I was convinced I could feel myself getting sluggish, cold, and sleepy.  I got across the street (in the opposite direction of the hospital in reality) and I noticed the bleeding was slowing down.  Once I got across the street, someone behind me gently took me by my shoulders and lead back into my parent's house and into their bathroom.  This person started treating my wound which looked like a large reddish puckered hole at this point, seeping clear fluid. They cleaned it under the faucet and using peroxide and soap.

This person helping me, I quickly realized, was my father (still physically alive) and he was being gentler and more loving than I've experienced since early childhood.  Like a father to his little boy; not an adult father assisting his adult son.  Other than the feeling of the puncture wound (which stayed with me throughout the 'sequel' to this dream) it's the major moment of clarity-memory I have taken from this dream.

My father and I have a good relationship, but this last decade has seen his health decline.  He's taking anti-depressants, was forced to retire, and is having to take care of both his and my mother's care as they live out the remainder of their lives in assisted living homes.

What's this one about do you think?