
Scenes from My Nightmare
First, this period, which seemed to go on for days, was filled with absolute
terror and intense anger. In "my reality" I was taken into a large white room
with very tall walls but no ceiling, similar to what one sees when a television camera
pulls back from a television stage setting. It contained only one bed and nothing else. I
insisted that this could not be the ICU, but was told in angry terms by both a female and
a male nurse that it definitely was. The female nurse, in particular, seemed to me to be
the "essence of evil" and anxious to punish or torture me. Nonetheless, I
continued to insist that the real ICU, the place where I would be safe, was on the other
side of the walls and, in fact, could hear voices and activity from that area. Was I
hearing my husband, my friends, my primary care physician? I was restrained to the bed
with threats of continued restraint and more drugs to "calm me down." I was
terrified and angry at being held prisoner.
In the next "scene" I had somehow escaped from the bed and
found myself in a place that reminded me of the Starship Enterprise, but with some major
differences. This was a circular, slightly concave structure about 25 feet in diameter
with a large hole in the center. The structure was made of a very heavy material such as
steel or cast iron and made somewhat irregular by ridges placed at intervals. For a time I
felt safe here. But then I noticed three or four booths--similar to movie theater ticket
booths-- placed at intervals on the structure and in these booths were sinister
characters. Though I have no idea who they were, I believed they were there to keep me
from escaping and was very frightened. This structure was floating on water and separated
from a walk-way that surrounded the central structure by a wide moat. I was on the central
structure and was petrified. Suddenly, the two nurses appeared in scuba diving gear. Other
persons were on the walkway. All were trying to capture me, and I was bordering on
hysteria.
Again I escaped; how, I have no idea. I wandered around outside in the
sunlight, and came to a small, pleasant looking house surrounded by a white picket fence
with a front yard full of flowers. I recall gazing at this lovely sight for some time and
thinking that I had found safety. Was this a time when my husband or a friend was with me?
Suddenly it was dark, very foggy, and I began searching for the "real" ICU. In
an alley I found a young man who was very kind and engaged my trust. Who was this? My own
physician, a nurse practitioner who is a very good personal friend, my husband? I told him
what had happened to me and how I was trying to get back to the hospital. He promised, and
convinced me, that he would take me to a place where I would be cared for and then taken
to the "real" ICU. By this time various wounds were bleeding, and I was in
considerable pain.
I agreed to go with him and he took me to an old dilapidated house from
which very loud rock and roll music was emanating. Although I had some trepidation at this
point, I was so sick that I followed him into the house. The house was packed with people
who were smoking, drinking, eating and generally having a big party. Almost immediately
the "evil" female nurse appeared. I was horrified and enraged at the young man's
duplicity, but by this time he was gone. The nurse again began to threaten me with being
tied up and drugged if I attempted to escape. For several days I was tied to a board in a
position that ensured maximum pain. I was not fed. I was drugged. People came and went-
all ignored my plight. Finally, after several days, everyone rapidly left the house, and a
man who had been sleeping near me demonstrated compassion, untied me, and helped me
escape. Again, was this a period when my husband was with me?
Again, I wandered the streets alone, and again was caught by persons who
were at the beck and call of the "evil" nurse. They dragged me back to the room
with the single bed, where I was restrained and drugged. Again I escaped and, in terror of
again being caught, began a frantic search for the "real" ICU, all the while
being followed by the "evil" nurse and other persons under her direction.
I did find the "real" ICU, but to my horror, the "evil
nurse" was there. My last memories are of fighting with her, escaping from the
four-point restraints, running around the ICU to escape her and, finally, cowering in a
corner, sobbing. That was the end of "my reality" during this five and 1/2 day
period.