Another hospital dream. Summer is in a private room. It's okay for me to go in. I find her in a bed but not attached to any tubes or anything. And she's not laying down. She's sorta kneeling in the bed and stretching. She can't talk and she looks confused. I'm not sure she knows me but I burst into tears. I ask her if she remembers me. All the things we are to each other. At first she looks puzzled, startled, but then something comes into her eyes, it's love. She knows me. She can't talk but I don't think it's a brain thing. She just can't speak. But she is in there. She has memory. And her face, her beautiful face, the look of recognition, she has cognition. It's still her in there. It's going to be okay...
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