Library Organ Removal Dream

I'm in the newly built library with J; there are chemicals on the second floor that make me cry every time I pass by on the staircase or am on that floor. Next thing I know I am suffocating, near death, in the bathroom. With great effort I try to breathe in a little air at a time, until finally I am strong enough to crawl to the crack in the door and breathe in more air. I open the door and emerge from the bathroom, glad that I had the willpower to bring myself back to the living world.

I am eating a chocolate covered vanilla popsicle. I eat one with an old man every day; it's kind of a ritual or tradition of ours. I am his wife, I think, as I am quite old, also. Today he refuses to eat his popsicle, however. He is scared of the procedures we will be undergoing today. He doesn't think he will survive.

"I'm scared, too," I tell him.

I coax him into eating his popsicle together with me, and I make sure to give him most of the chocolate casing, his favorite.

It is time for the medical procedure, which involves me taking out all of my own organs myself and dumping them into a wet, steel basin. Some of the organs are round, some are gray, wrinkly intestines, some bulbous, grape-like and red, some smooth and brown. They need to be connected properly in order for me to be cured.