What I was dreaming was that I had managed to live in an elevator shaft by climbing walls and hanging there to sleep. I was in constant fear that if I slept too well then I might fall into the bleachers below. This went on for many hours as a climbed along the walls in my dreams.
Meanwhile, in my motionless bliss, my right lung was accumulating fluid to the point where the red streak starts when a major coughing jag starts. Ten minutes later, eyes watering, I finally recover and clear the lung.
Lord this has been a suck year health wise and in many other ways. I'm ready for 2015.