I had a dream a few weeks ago which I discounted as being simply imaginary … until I saw an illustration on Tuesday that made me reflect.
In the dream I was in Mount Gambier sometime in the past. I needed to go to the hospital. I can’t recall why, either to visit someone or because I worked there.
The hospital wasn’t easy to get to. I had to climb a steep hill (in the rain); there were no cars. What stuck in my mind though was the image of the hospital.
It was like a cross between a cathedral and a castle — a long stone building with arches and turrets.
When I woke up I dismissed the dream as fanciful. Mount Gambier has a modern hospital that’s not on a steep hill. The old hospital looks nothing like the image I saw in my dream.
On Tuesday I met the chief executive of the health service in his office at the new hospital.
In the waiting room I inspected some prints of the original Mount Gambier Hospital, and it looked exactly like what I saw in my dream!
Apparently it was knocked down to build a larger hospital, which can still be seen today.
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I love these dreams that come true things!!!