An emergency occurred at my home, which had me awake for a 25 hour period. At that point, I was allowed roughly three hours of sleep, followed by another period of stress. Finally, after about 35 hours, I was able to truly sleep, and sleep I did, with vivid and racing images as though my brain was rushing to catch up on its REM requirements. When I woke, my arms were numb from prolonged inactivity. I raised them above my head to let the blood circulate and drifted in the lingering mantra of the dreams. As horrifying as the images had been, one refrain saved me and provided shelter and joy throughout, that was Emίl Danίel Andalei, es mi esposo, mi esposo.
I must go again to the hospital, but if I can, I will relate the dream later. It's a shame there's no time to capture my first impressions, but I'm doing my best to mentally walk through it and commit it all to memory. Later...I'll try tonight maybe.