I had a couple of dreams about one medic at the clinic. One of the few that I find particularly appealing. In one dream I was out jogging, and he came blazing past (also jogging) then slowed down to keep me company. Later in that same dream, we were running through the upstairs of a house, which became flooded with water. I drowned, he somehow escaped.
In another one, same medic and I were in a locker room. In a bit vaguely reminiscent of the scene from “once were warriors”, he didn’t have pants (forgot to bring them?) and demanded mine. I pointed out that they wouldn’t fit, and this appeared to piss him off. I remember holding onto his shoulders and saying “I wanted to believe you were better than this.”
Hmm, another possible explanation for funky mood. Do feel better. Still workin out. Later.