Very strange and disturbing dream last night, atypical of my usual dreams. Dreamt that I was starting to go into Addisonian crisis, so I headed to a hospital which partly seemed like Saint John's. Somehow I was seen almost immediately. Mother was with me and drifted in and out of the room. At one point the doctor said he needed a sample of the fluid inside my eye. Naturally I started to freak out. Mother was rather indifferent to the situation. It was as though Mother was a ghost-like presence rather than a tangible being with me in the room.
Somehow I managed to run out of the hospital. I run out of the front entrance, which opens to a large park-like area, surrounded by quaint houses. It was dark. I start to run down a side street to a parked car in the distance. Halfway there, I see two lions in the middle of another side street, one male, one female. For some reason, I whistled to call over the male lion which I found to be friendly. Inevitably the female follows, but I'm terribly frightened of it, but not afraid at all of the male. As I approach the parked car, the lions seem to just vanish behind me as I pay attention to my eventual escape from the whole scenario.
The parked car is white, an older model like a Cadillac. I swing open the passenger-side door, jump in and slam the door shut. I look over, and in the driver's seat there is a slim African-American woman waiting for me. I don't know her, but I act as though I was expecting her to be there. At this point the dream cuts off...
