somehow, and i have no idea how this was supposed to have happened, i was HIV positive. i guess my mom just told me that i was. anyway, it was really horrible. i could feel the sickness inside me. i was shown pictures of my cells with unhappy antibodies floating around. people avoided me because they knew i was *ill.* they wouldn't eat near me or let their children near me.
furthermore, i had to move a lot of luggage that was poorly packed. i had to get it all on a plane before the plane took off. talk about anxiety dreams.
when i woke up, i was so relieved to realize that i'm really NOT HIV positive (as far as i know at this time) that i was actually glad it was morning.