A mere 10 hours later, I remember what I sat down to write earlier. It was a dream. Quite possibly a nightmare, if it weren’t so funny. (it weren’t… I’m southern).

So I was in dire need of surgery. Apparently needed a new organ of some sort, two if I remember correctly. Only… I don’t have insurance, and surgery is expensive. So… when we all need something cheap, where do we go??? yup, that’s right… Walmart. Walmart! It was in the future and Walmart had expanded to the point that they had a mini-hospital inside! I think it was by the craft section. Or maybe it was automotive… either way. It’s just sitting out in the middle of no where… an operating table with lights, a doctor in scrubs, and a nurse.

So I’m running up to the counter with an organ in my hand… Well, in a ziplock bag, actually. Two ziplock bags, because there were two of them. Probably bought two cause one looked like it was going bad. No, I’m not entirely sure I bought the organs at Walmart, but, ya know… it would fit with the dream here. Oh, and I was running because the organs were going to go bad if I didn’t hurry.

So I run up to the counter and check in. I’m late, but that’s ok… The doctor’s still cleaning up from his last patient. I’m talking to the nurse as she is getting me ready and hooking me up.. .and it’s all rushed… takes about 3 minutes. I remember the last thing before she stuffed the thing over my nose and I passed out was saying to the nurse was something to the effect of, “darnedest thing… can’t believe I’m having surgery at Walmart!”

the end