One week between my weekend shifts, I dreamed about a lady.
This lady, I'll call her Mary, was a regular visitor to the Cardiac intensive care unit, and because she was so sweet and funny everyone loved her.
I came to work the next day, Friday and told the nurses in the CCU that I had dreamed about Mary last night which was Thursday.
All the nurses jaws dropped and one of them said, "Please don't dream about me"
“Why, I asked?
Because Mary passed away during the night, last night.
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One week between my weekend shifts, I dreamed about a lady.
