They are always toward the morning.

I dream of being in the hospital every night. I am walking around in a semi-comatose state, trying to understand the intake process. It is a combination of a college dorm and psych ward. I don't understand why there weren't any students the last time I went. I remember that it was summer. I wonder what the rules will be regarding the rooms for the paitents and the students, and how they will keep us from mixing.

I just want my room, but I can't find it and I don't understand the paperwork.

Strangely, in my confusion I don't feel afraid. I feel comforted because I don't have to be a mom, I don't have to be anything. I can just let the coma that I constantly fight in the real world bubble up and take over. People will take care of me now. I don't have to do anything until I am well.