May 17, 2018
My roommate who is a doctor is getting ready to move. His wife is here with him. He places an acupuncture needle in my right big toe. He tells me it will help with my pain. My memory is drawn to a time previously where I recall the benefits of acupuncture. Believing it may help I accept the needle. The needle slip out slightly but he assures me it won’t fall out completely until the medication is fully administered. I return to my living room to find it is now empty of all furniture with the exception of a few dust balls remaining on the floor. The wood floors are nicely polished. I look around and wonder if they have stolen all my belongings. It is refreshing to know I have a clean start. Health alert devices are now available in the house in various formats with vibrant blue indicator lights. I can see the kitchen sink and cabinets appear suddenly. I wonder how they connect the plumbing or if it is just an illusion. I am becoming aware this is a dream. The guy in the kitchen responds to my thoughts by turning on the water to demonstrate functionality and possibly to dissuade me of the fact I am dreaming. I suspect it may be a sound effect of water and not actual water that I hear. I offer assistance and reach over to turn the garbage disposal on. To my surprise, it runs. His wife walks in to hand me an ironing board she is returning. She indicates it was in their bedroom. I look at the ironing board not recognizing it and say, “It is not my ironing board.” I point to a memory of my ironing board, the one my mother had when I was a child. She proceeds to folds the board in a way that is inconsistent with ironing boards I am familiar with, hers swivels to close.