Old doctor with funky left arm, I bang into his side playfully and he protests. I say “I used to be young and now that I’m grown…”
I look through my medical record that’s been kept since my birth, but never shown to me. There are reams of alphanumeric codes.
My four family members are all insane, to a varying degree? Who knows how likely that is.
Broken eggs on the floor of the RV I’m staying in remind me of a dream where I’m feeding a baby chicken, or duck. Unusual connection and not something that would normally trigger a dream memory.