Last night, I dreamt that my fiancé and I were going to start up our own hospital. We only had four beds available, and we wanted to take four patients out of a nearby facility. The lady we were dealing with wanted us to take all six of her patients, two of which we did not want. One of the patients, who was being neglected, was this Japanese man with a mangled face and no legs. Everyone was ignoring him, but I looked at him and smiled. He looked back at me and smiled as well, which left me all happy inside when I woke up.
My fiancé had a much better and more normal dream than I did – he dreamt that we had a three year old daughter, and he was tickling her. He asked if she liked it, and she said yes. When he told me about that dream over lunch, I was just filled with the warm and fuzzy feelings all over. Especially when he added it made him want a child now.