August 18, 2000
Grandma died.
Grandma had a stroke on 8/18 and died on 8/27. Needless to say, I don't remember many of my dreams during this time -- which is probably a good thing. I didn't get much sleep because we were up at the hospital most of the time.
On one weekday night (those nine days pretty much run together at times), I saw the LifeWatch helicopter fly overhead. It was pretty surreal, as was most of the hospital experience at four a.m. When I took a catnap out in the ICU waiting area, I dreamt that the LifeWatch helicopter had rescued two people, but were unable to retract them into the helicopter. So they had to fly around with these people dangling on ropes four hundred feet underneath. The pilot misjudged, and the bodies slammed into the hospital building. They dropped and bounced. I then realized they were just computer animations, so it wasn't that bad.