Must be because I worked as a nurse for so long, but I had a nightmare that I was senile and living in a nursing home. I thought the attendants were trying to steal my things and I couldn't remember where I lived. I kept calling for help. I was so upset,
I woke my husband—a physician with a twisted sense of humor—and told him about my dream.
Half asleep, an evil grin crossed his face. . . and then, he yelled for someone to bring the Haldol.