Lucid Dreaming

Someone was dying here and were all ok with it. We were sad because he was part of our family but he was very old and sick. He was isolated to a small upstairs room that had it's own kitchen which leads me to believe that he had something contagious. Also, I remember holding his hand as he lie in bed but he couldn't speak to me. When I left, another person perhaps a nurse lovingly took my hands and washed them thoroughly. It felt good, and I felt safe.

I then left the room and walked down this long hallway to an 18th century credenza with long spoons in it. The spoons had Cirque du soleil inscribed on all of the handles. I took one and went to get some Ice cream.