geok:

I dreamed a Vietnamese girl needed a Vietnamese speaking doctor for her grandmother, something about her suddenly irregular heartbeat, and for some reason she brought the old woman to me. The woman’s heartbeat in her neck artery faltered beneath my fingertips, and the girl darted out into the hall crying for help, and I yelled CALL THE CRASH CART! and initiated rescue breathing, which unfortunately in real life probably wouldn’t address a stopped heart. But color came back into the woman’s lips and her heartbeat came back somehow, buying her a little more time for a real doctor to arrive.

Ahaha I watch house like EVERY night and never have dreams like this. Really wish I did though, my dreams are so boring, its why I never want to go to sleep.