the sleep of guards

in a strange dream, where i was guarding a hospital in civvies, and some guy on his way out started giving me a hard time. i was surprised by him pointing his finger at me, and when i looked at him questioningly with my own finger pointed at me as if to ask the meaning of the gesture he jumped closer and made a threatening remark.
i immediately grabbed him by the front of his shirt, pulled his face to within millimetres of mine and shouted at him to show me identification.

his card told me he was a first sergeant, and i held onto it and made him sit down in a nearby chair. i found a nurse and told her to have him checked to make sure that he wasn't too drugged to drive himself home, but she didn't want to have anything to do with it because there was a long queue of people who'd been waiting for treatment.

that was when i began shouting at her to call for someone who actually cares about saving lives... suddenly a siren wailed and over the PA it was announced that there'd been a breach: someone had escaped from the mental wing.

the date went very nicely last night. i'm still exhausted this morning, but i don't have a fever. i'm off to start one of those organizing days.