This is the dream I had this morning:
In the midst of a zombie attack, my dad and I went to the Science Centre. We could only go for a while b/c I had a clinic appt at 2 that interfered w w/e it was we were seeing. In the parking lot my phone rang. It was my co-ordinator. She was excited. She was calling to tell me that while I would probably be mad, my clinic appointment was cancelled. It was cancelled b/c the results of my last bronch showed no rejection or infection, and that the appt would be a waste of my time and essentially pointless. I was very happy.
Enter real life: I woke up this morning and had my morning routine. Around 10:45 I called asking if the results of last weeks bronch were back. She called back 15 minutes later. She informed me that my results showed no rejection or infection, and no fungal infection. I was so happy that I cried.
So yes. You may laugh at my spidey senses or not beleive them, but they are real nonetheless!!
And here's an excerpt/story or w/e about a real hallucination I had while recovering in the ICU:
The walls were white. They were so white they were silver blue. My room was cold and I lay in bed. I was nothing but a head; I had no body. Everything was a winter wonderland to me even though it was the middle of summer, even though I had no concept of time.
I looked up to the right. The light bulb. It was the brightest light I had ever seen. All around me was awash in white and time seized to exist. A ghost. A ghost in my lightbulb, looking down at me, watching me....protecting me? I knew she was there but I also knew she wasn't real. She was blonde and stared at me in the lightbulb...The brightest lightbulb I had ever seen...
The brightest lightbulb, although it had no bulb, just a ghost.