I had another dream right after my last day at treatment. I had to leave cause they were not addressing my s*xual abuse issues. Among other things.

anyway, it goes like this:

I was in the cafeteria line, for lunch, at the hospital.

I was watching the server of the food; he was serving cornish hen on a metal thing that a doctor uses for a gyn exam (speculum). He goes, "would you like KY jelly on that?"
the patient in front of me goes, "No, just the rubber glove."

I woke up laughing hysterically.

On my last day, I remember walking past a gyno exam table, which was right in the rec room, next to the ladies' room.

Weird.

Billi