This is the fifth time these past few weeks I have woken up having just dreamt about our favourite grumpy doctor and his fellow co-workers at PPTH. Each time I dream about them, the plot (of my dream) gets stranger, yet more canon.
2 prime examples:
Thursday 8th January.
This dream took place in my aunt's tiny house in a nearby city. I was helping her cook Christmas dinner... but according to Dream Me, it was June sometime. I asked myself, why am I cooking Christmas dinner, with Dream Me replying, well, you have to get it ready early, you see. I know this to be a load of rubbish, and believe...
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