I don't know for certain if this belongs in 'dreams' or in 'bipolar' because I think some of this dream has to come from my own fears/guilt/anxiety issues projecting into the nightmare, but it was terrible and I need to write it out.

The dream started out ok. I was in the hospital for some kind of serious surgery. I know it was serious because in addition to the IV I had some kind of tube in my flesh that went into my chest cavity, either lungs or other organs. It shifted a couple of times throughout the dream.

At first the staff was polite, helpful and encouraging. Then a young boy and a woman were brought into the ward. I want to say I knew who they were. When I woke up last night from the nightmare I knew who they correlated to in real life but now, hours later, I just can't seem to remember. Anyways, they were in a coma and intensive care. They were dying. The nurse told me that they had been attacked because of something I had done or said to the attackers. I'm not clear on this but I think I got the attackers in trouble which somehow led to other people being hurt and killed. I was told they weren't the only victims.

After that the nursing staff was terrible. I mean, I had several surgeries in this dream. They led me from place to place by hauling me out of bed and pulling along on the IV or chest tube lines that were in my body. I couldn't move very fast and it would get really taut. It hurt. The cords and IV's never pulled out of my body, which couldn't have happened if they were handled that way in life but dreams will be dreams I guess. Several different nurses had a hand in this. I was terrified.

One nurse was nice to me for a while but then the two patients they had brought in earlier died. She turned hostile and began behaving like the others. When I was supposed to be knocked out for another surgery I asked for a different nurse because I thought she meant to kill me. They couldn't provide another one though.

Then the dream turned out-right violent in itself. I was being pulled along by the chest-tube cord when it started to make it hard to breathe. So I attacked the nurses! I remember cutting their throats in the dream just before someone sliced open mine and I woke up.

I've been thinking about going to the hospital lately for treatment for my severe depressive swing. This was not encouraging in that regard.