Here are two other things I've dreamed this week:

I dreamed that my husband and I were in a very bad neighborhood where there were a lot of gangs and killings. We got separated in a big apartment building and I could not find him. He did not show up where we agreed to meet. I thought he had been shot to death.

I dreamed that my parents had one of my legs amputated, upon a recommendation from a doctor, even though there was nothing wrong with it.

I dreamed that I woke up in a dark room where I could barely see. There were people scattered in areas around the room, doing drugs and smoking something. There was a strange man sitting next to me talking. I had no idea where I was, or who the people were. According to what the man next to me said, I became aware that I had done some very bad things of which I was not aware at all. It scared me badly because I did not remember going there at all, or being there at all, or what I did.

Again, this was all in my dreams, not for real. But I dream this kind of stuff all the time. . .