On the way home, Shany and I stopped at some strange doctors office. I asked Shany why and she said it was for some "routine checkup" so they could check me for any problems. At the desk, they told me to write my name and "next of kin" on a sheet of paper they gave me. I could see several others had done the same thing, so I wrote my name and Shany's name below mine.
I was then led back into a hall where I was to lie down and wait. Later, a doctor or nurse or someone came and started firing up a chainsaw. No one said anything about chainsaws, or surgery for that matter... I asked the doctor what in the world she was doing, and she simply told me to sit perfectly still with my arms to the side. ********** THAT" I thought, but I asked her again what she was doing and why a ******* chainsaw was necessary. At this point she was just starting to ignore me. Finally, with the chainsaw roaring, she plunged the blade down towards me, where I rolled to my side to evade it. She then ******* at me making her ruin the office's couch, and I yelled at her saying if she'd just bloody tell me what she was trying to do I might be more willing to cooperate. Then she stormed away in a hurry, and all I could think about was how much trouble I must have been in, looking at the hole in the couch.
After sitting there for a minute or two thinking about what just happened, I put my clothes back on and walked out of the office without a word to anyone. Outside it was hot and humid. It appeared the office was stuck on an island in the middle of a small Florida lake. At the waters edge was a small wooden boat with 4 other people I'd never met before sitting there waiting for me, including a sleeping old man. Once I got in, the boat immediately started moving. None of us were paddling or using any kind of powered equipment. The boat seemed to be moving forward by my will alone. After realizing this, my dream seemed to have shifted in attempt to make more sense, so suddenly the bottom of the boat had fallen out, and was now moving forward because my legs were kicking it forward from the lake floor... At some point the sleeping old man must have fallen out of the boat, because some of the others commented on where he had gone.
Eventually we arrived at the shore where, still walking with the boat around our waist, had to walk across a busy highway where we were almost struck by several large trucks. At the other side of the highway was a VERY large and awkwardly parked sickly green/grey colored bus where a large number of elderly folks were unloading onto the side of the road.
At some point I eventually made my way home, where my wife was there to tell me how much legal trouble I could be in for leaving the doctor's office without checking out, and for telling everyone what happened there. "You can't Squawk and Walk" she said. Apparently in my dream, the things that happen within the walls of a doctors office must be kept confidential and telling anyone about it was against the law. She then told me that the purpose of the operation was to correct a problem with my jaw that caused me to snore loudly and talk in my sleep at night.
In other news, I'm kind of afraid I might have prostate cancer in real life
