Indian Stories: Secrets, Death vs. Public Speaking, and a Prostate Problem

Night of: September 18th
People Involved: my dad, lots of Indian people
Number of Dreams Remembered: 3
Length of Sleep: 6 hours

I was hanging out with some dorky Indian friend and his sister. He kept trying to tell me something secretly, but it wasn't working because his sister kept walking in. He finally announced that he needed to talk to me in private. Before telling me the big secret, he showed me where the internet connection was... for when I move in with him. I immediately wondered what that meant for business schools--would I be closer to certain schools if I moved?
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I was in a two-story speech class--like a theater with balcony seating--and it was my turn to speak. I was on the second level wearing a headset and got up, but the receiver thing for the headset that was supposed to be in my pocket was just sitting in my lap, so it fell to the ground. I put it in my left pocket first, and realized that the cord was crossing over me, so I switched it to my other pocket.
As I was walking down to the center of the room, where I'd make my speech, 3 Indian friends came in holding tennis racquets. They all acknowledged me... kindly. Someone in the class yelled to me, "Hey, did you forget your Indian racquet?" I think people laughed at that, but it didn't bother me much. I started laughing to myself because I thought I had a comeback, but I really didn't. I was also happy that I wasn't nervous for once. However, while walking down, I felt a bit off balance.
A lady and her daughter of 4-5 years old walked in. Feeling dizzy, I stumbled into the daughter, knocking her to the ground. I then made my comeback, "Did you forget your White... wrestler?" It made sense and was a good joke. People laughed, as did I, but I felt bad for the little girl, so I went to her and said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." As I walked back toward the center, I started laughing again, but still felt bad. I covered my mouth to hide the laughing.
I felt dizzy again, and took a tumble over some of the kids sitting in the stadium seats. I pretended like I meant to do it and it was part of the joke, so people still laughed. I got up, only to start tumbling/somersaulting again. This time, it wasn't funny and it didn't feel good. The world was spinning and in the midst, I could see a girl with a frightened expression; I knew I had injured myself this time. Still spinning, I saw blood splatter in a few places, and when I finally stopped, I put my hand to my head--there was a significant amount of blood in my palm. I was lying sideways across people, and a few helped to carry me out to go to the hospital.
I started closing my eyes, but caught myself and tried to stay awake. I wondered if my vision would turn red because of the blood. I also wondered why I didn't feel very much pain.
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My dad peed his pants at a party, which was related to a prostate problem. I saw a commercial for medication and thought about genetics and what his problem meant for me.