Had a dream I was at military base hospital and a Vietnamese restaurant. And suddenly, I had night shift at the family hospital, where all these children and mother came in rushing from Gaza, and because we were the U.S, we had to treat them like our “enemies”, and list them in order, but also tend to their wounds. A lot of children were hurt, mothers with cuts and bruises, and so many dead children bodies.
But I wasn’t scared, I’ve seen a lot of dead bodies in my lifetime, but children bodies were a lot easier to handle and wrap up, and there were so many smiling babies when I went down the aisle, helping nurses wrap up a dead child from their mother’s grip. I also explained to them, that not a lot of children are dead, and that some of them may be alive (Because a lot of the mothers used narcotics to keep their child quiet), so to make sure not to declare their children dead just yet.
And it was also hard to communicate with the mothers and children, because they all spoke Arabic, and in my dream, I was trying to communicate them in French or German, just in case they knew French or German, telling them that I would come and check on them in 20 minutes, and the head surgeon was this one girl who kept bothering me, because all the other doctors/nurses were crying, while working on the children, and I was just getting all the work done.
As morning began to come, and the sun setting hire, the cries of mothers and children began to quiet down, and I came to realize that they were dying, one by one.
I don’t need to put my heart out for someone whose not going to put effort in keeping it safe.
In this lifetime, a few moments of being with you, is worth my heart being broken a hundred times, than a life without knowing you at all.