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Does this dream mean anything?
I dream that I'm on the maternity ward in hospital, waiting to see a nurse to find out if I am pregnant. Whilst waiting I'm admiring other people's babies and pictures of them, but every baby I look at looks like my 9 month old son but without the stork marks on his forehead.
Then a childhood friend is led in and laid on a bed on the other side of the room. I go to her because I know in real life she has had a premature little girl, but in my dream some months have passed for her and she's on the ward because she finds herself pregnant again. She shows me pictures of her little girl, but this baby doesn't look like my son. I feel a pang of envy that she knows for certain but I don't so I look for the nurse.
Then a head nurse walks into the room and wants everyone on their feet, stood forming a ring in front of a window. Everybody wants to look out of the window, so we walk in a ring, each time we pass the window we crane our necks trying to look through the window and see something. But there's not much to see because outside is dark, windy and raining. She looks out of the window and says "that's gorgeous". I'm on the other side of the ring walking round to the window, but I don't have patience and just cut across, putting my face to the window and looking out, the horizon where the sun should be but isn't, is a dark blue, slightly lighter than the rest of the sky. There are tall grasses and shrubbery broken up by the odd gravel path everywhere I can see.
I can't see anything worth calling gorgeous, until I notice the beautiful patterns that the raindrops are making as they make their way down the glass, and I exclaim out loud "that's beautiful"
Then the head nurse, who I regard as a bit of a looney jumps through the window and says she's going for a walk. I decide I'd like to go for a walk because I need to go to the shop, I jump through the window after her, and follow her through the grasses until we reach the shop. Some of the others follow.
We reach the shop and the nurse goes in first. I decide that because I don't know if I'm pregnant for definite, but I strongly suspect that I'm not. I'm going to buy myself a packet of cigarettes.
She comes out and says it's my turn but she'd forgotten to buy a screw to fasten the new window in it's frame when we got back, could I buy one? I agree and enter the shop.
There is a tall man behind the counter, early 20s. But from his manner, he is new to the job and not very confident.
I go past the shelving units and find the baskets of screws, I pick up some pickled onion crisps, the screw needed and go to the counter, I put them down for him to scan and ask him for 20 richmond cigs. He scans the crisps fine, but he can't scan the screw, he tells me this and says it costs 43p, I say "that's fine" and hand him a £20 note "take it out of there" meaning with the rest of my bill. He doesn't take the money from me and I assume he wants the 43p in change
so I empty a load of change from my pocket, one of the coins shaped like a 20p has numbers like a clock on it, it reminded me of my gramps who has passed on. because he used to give me whatever foreign coins he found.
the guy hands me a box of cigs,larger than average, but there's no cellophane on it and it feels really light. I flip it open, peer inside and there's 3 cigarettes in there and about 5 or 6 tiny deckchairs. I'm confused by it, I point it out to the cashier and he gets embarrassed.
Saying his female coworker who is on a day off, helps herself to the cigarettes whenever she wants one. I ask for mayfair instead, he gets them, but this pack rattles more than the first, and there are no cigs in it, only tiny white deckchairs like those in the first pack. I say to forget it. I pick up the screw and walk out with the £20 note, leaving everything else. But as I rejoin the others outside I regret leaving the clock-like coin which reminded me of Gramps and wish I'd picked it up.