Dream a Little Coma-Dream of Me
I had only heard of trachs spoken about in medical dramas, yet I knew I had one. I didn’t know that I was in a coma, yet many of my rotating roster of serial coma-dreams involved a hospital setting.
I have not yet written about my coma-dream about the adorable, hair-bowed, pre-adolescent out of a Shirley Temple film who liked to doctor me like a play doll. When I awoke, my mom told me that Esperanza – my roommate’s daughter — was a typical self-involved teenager who spent her visiting time engrossed in Disney tween shows.
While Juan Torres was at least intermittently fully aware, reality filtered hazily into the dream-world created by my slowly awakening mind.
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