Dream: Stephanie came over. She was in this white, no strap dress, with a thick, black… like a belt, almost.. around her waist. She came in looking exhausted and pissed off. I can’t remember what was going on in the dream, but she caught one of our friends who was trying to run away from something. When she came in, she sat down on the indoor steps that was near the door. Then got up and walked over to another table in another room and sat down on a chair. She was telling us how tired she was with having to juggle various aspects in her life. Then, she began saying she felt dizzy and somewhat out of breath. I already knew what was coming.. so I asked her, if she was able to move her left side. I tried touching her left side, and she wasn’t able to feel that either. I then asked Lucy to call 911. I stayed with Steph for a while as Lucy called. Lucy came back in saying it wouldn’t go through. I grabbed the phone and called for myself. First call didn’t seem to work. Called again and it went through. Told him the situation.. When he asked me what side it was on… I think I told him right… when it was obvious it was on the left… I don’t know why I did that…When I was done telling him the circumstances and he said he’d send in ambulances, I told him.. Thank you very much… in tone that seemed like I was ending the conversation, and saying goodbye.. He said, wait wait… and mumbled something.. that was clear, but it just took some time to think about what he said.. I said I would tell him. EMTs came, they put steph on a stretcher. There were three EMTs. One on oxygen, one was standing next to oxygen man, don’t know what he was doing, and another guy on feet. Oxygen- this seemed rather exaggerated but.. they were really pumping oxygen into her. Steph was still conscious so no chest compressions made. There was a guy who pulled out a brush and a bucket. One of the guys who wasn’t doing anything, went into the house.. took a look around, made a nice comment, and continued into the house (I wondered where he was going). Then the guy with the brush started brushing Steph’s feet. I thought to myself, about the significance of this… He was vigorously scrubbing her feet. He scrubbed her left foot.. and I saw it dark. Kind of like…. acranosis. Anyway he kept scrubbing.
And I’m awake.
I still think about you Stephanie. We all miss you very much.
Take care of your family, especially your parents!
I love you!
