
I had the same dream 2 nights in a row, only the ending changed.
I was working, prepping something on line when a server, Amanda, came running back into the kitchen yelling, " Oh my God, shes choking!". " who", I asked. "Sally!". Terrified I went running out to the dinning room where Linda was attempting to give Sally the Heimlich. It didn't seem to be working as Linda was not strong enough. I took over but Sally passed out from the lack of oxygen. I lay her on the floor, with tears in my eyes and anger in my heart, I exclaimed "Your not going to die on me!" The salad bar attendant, Will, was on the phone with 911. I grabbed the phone from him and frantically asked what I could do to save her life. I inquired about taking an empty pen cartridge and stabbing it into her lungs, she said I could. Before I let her finish I grabbed the viper (a bag opener), and cut open her shirt. The 911 operator stopped me as I was about to plunge the cartridge within her. " The risk is too great. It must be precise. The slightest misminnover and you'll kill her." " What if I cut open her soft pallet and put the cartridge in?". She agreed that would work. Getting the pairing knife from the bar, I slit open her palit, just big enough for the pen to enter. She that began to breath on her own. With one hand holding the pen, the other holding her hand, I let a tear fall and awoke.
The story the next night changes at the point when I insert the pen. She doesn't began to breath on her own. I let go and realize she is gone. There is nothing more I can do, I am beginning to wake up. I want to stay, to save her, but I loose the battle. I am now awake.
I was working, prepping something on line when a server, Amanda, came running back into the kitchen yelling, " Oh my God, shes choking!". " who", I asked. "Sally!". Terrified I went running out to the dinning room where Linda was attempting to give Sally the Heimlich. It didn't seem to be working as Linda was not strong enough. I took over but Sally passed out from the lack of oxygen. I lay her on the floor, with tears in my eyes and anger in my heart, I exclaimed "Your not going to die on me!" The salad bar attendant, Will, was on the phone with 911. I grabbed the phone from him and frantically asked what I could do to save her life. I inquired about taking an empty pen cartridge and stabbing it into her lungs, she said I could. Before I let her finish I grabbed the viper (a bag opener), and cut open her shirt. The 911 operator stopped me as I was about to plunge the cartridge within her. " The risk is too great. It must be precise. The slightest misminnover and you'll kill her." " What if I cut open her soft pallet and put the cartridge in?". She agreed that would work. Getting the pairing knife from the bar, I slit open her palit, just big enough for the pen to enter. She that began to breath on her own. With one hand holding the pen, the other holding her hand, I let a tear fall and awoke.
The story the next night changes at the point when I insert the pen. She doesn't began to breath on her own. I let go and realize she is gone. There is nothing more I can do, I am beginning to wake up. I want to stay, to save her, but I loose the battle. I am now awake.
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What does it all mean?
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