The Dreams

Dream 16

The assisting doctor congratulated me on the operation’s success. Awaking from the anaesthesia, I felt deep relief and happiness for my sheer survival. I’d gone into the recovery room, when a nurse came and sat on a chair, bringing her head close to mine. After staring at me thoughtfully for quite some time, she said with intense composure, “How long I’ve waited to see you lying weak and helpless like this.”

I looked back at her and said with dismay, “But this is the first time I’ve seen you in my life — why would you wish me any harm?”

With malice and resentment, she replied, “The time for vengeance has come.”

She stood up and left the room, leaving me in a vortex of perplexity, fear, and anxiety. How could this woman imagine I had ever done her ill, when I had never seen her before? The surgeon came to check on me. I clung to him, saying, “Doctor, please understand — my life is in danger!”

He listened as I told him what had happened. He ordered all the nurses serving in the ward to file in front of me — but the one I sought was not among them.

As he left, the doctor assured me, “You’re under our complete protection here.”

The evil forbodings did not forsake me. Everyone who entered the room peered at me strangely, as if I’d become an object of wonder and doubt — while I saw a long road full of hardships ahead.