I will tell you now. The dream is as real as you are.

When the doctors had awaked me, I saw my mother and my aunt (my mother's oldest sister) walking in the room. I closed tired eyes as I feel the doctors removing the neck brace. I saw them removing the tube from my arms as my eyes were quickly closing. Then I was awoken again maybe seconds later. I saw my aunt's and my mother's smile. They handed me my hearing aid for my right ear. They said the doctors are going to keep me in the room for 24 hours. I went back to sleep.

I was awoken up hours later by different doctors. They said, "we are going to give me an IV". I responded, "No, thank you." Then I closed my eyes as I see the reaction of the two doctors in green suit. They were so surprise. I lie there sleeping with my mind being black, darken, empty dream (no dream at all). It was like sleeping dreams were gone from me forever.

Then I was awoken out of the dark swamp with a peaceful feeling. The nurse placed a second surgery gown on me to cover my back. She told me that my bone is not fractured or broken but I didn't understand why was she telling me that. Silently my mind run: Why is she telling me that? What is this about? I know my bones are not broken.

My mind continue to run: Why am I in a gown? Where are my clothes? When will I go home?

Silent, I didn't dare to ask. I didn't think to ask. I looked at my hospital bracelets: one for allergy, one for an identification label 'trauma patient', and another for 'trauma patient'. The room was very large. No other patient was in it except for me. In fact, it was called the 'Trauma Emergency Room.' The doctors sat down there at a small table. I saw them there but I wanted my privacy. I wanted my lonely time. There was a camera in the room too. I was covered with a white sheet.

After who knows how many hours had passed, I realized what had happened. Two plus two is four, not five. Out of shock and surprise, the next second I say to the doctor, "It wasn't fault I got hit by a car." But was I really hit by a car? How could I know that if I don't have a memory of it? It was as if a part of me knew what really happened but wouldn't let me know.

Later I told the nurse that I am hungry but she told me it is for the doctor to decide. My mind run: oh great…now they are not going to feed me. I retreated back to the empty dream, in body where dream no longer exist.

I am awoken hours later. There were the dinner but I was so tired that I did not want to eat. The nurse asked me, "Do you drink?" I responded, "No." Next question she asked, "Do you smoke?" Annoyed I responded, "I have never smoke, drink, take drug or have sex."
My mind run: Please leave me alone please. I am tired. Please don't ever wake me up again. Why are you waking me up?

I shut my eyes and retreated back into black darkness. I was no longer a dreamer.