"28 Hours Later" part VIII

Another installment from my post-op adventure in 2016.

This was four operations ago.

I've got good at it since.

"Here we go again"

At last I've slept soundly. As I've said I've not been able to since my medical adventure began about a week ago. However my strange dreams are back.

II was walking..so very very far. My feet I looked down they were bleeding. ...foot prints of blood on grey concrete.

This place was bleak.

A road, and the low rise buildings on either side.
Grey cold. I was I think homeless wandering. It was always noon. No morning no night no evening.

I was near a sea.
There were submarines diving just off the coast.
So many. It seemed as if squadrons of them were slowly going down one after another.

...and there was singing.

The "Sailor's Hymn"...I could faintly hear it in the sea's distance.

"Eternal Father, strong to save,

Whose arm hath bound the restless wave,

Who bidd'st the mighty ocean deep,

It's own appointed limits keep;

Oh hear us when we cry to Thee,

For those in peril on the Sea!"

And so they dived. All manner,...WW2 Gato's to today's Montana Class nuclear Boomers.

The sea washed the blood from my feet.

The dream morphed as they do, and I was sweeping the floor of an abandoned building.
I wore scraps of rags. I heard a baby crying down the hall. I went opened the door, and saw the child's shadow...just the shadow. ...a child's shadow which cried, and cried.

I closed the door, and returned to sweeping.

 A person came, and handed me a shirt pair of new jeans,...and a silver dollar.

She said I could sleep on the roof.
She said the birds would "protect" me,..."they protect everybody here."

And I did sleep.
I slept in the eternal noon of that world. I lay there as swarms of birds soared above.