Of Strange Dreams

A dream I had that was stranger than most...very much stranger. Here is it's story:

In the start whiteness of a hospital room, a gaunt looking man enters. He works the late-night shift as a nurse looking over bed-ridden patients. Some of his co-workers and patients would think he was a little wrong in the head sometimes but he was a hard worker. Of course he had a little bad luck that most of the patients in his care usually ended up dying. Strange...most of them usually died of insulin overdoses.

That same night, there was a young boy, around 6 or 7 in hospital care. A little asian boy, that was on his way up the road of recovery from some major operation or illness. As he rests peacefully after attending a small party celebrated in his honor of his recovery and safety, dreaming of bright balloons, smiling faces, and cake.

The nurse meanwhile walks silently down the children's ward. In his hand moonlight glints off the cold metal of a syringe. In the darkness, the man's eyes seem to glow eerily and his skin turn a different color.

(and then, me getting too freaked out wakes myself up and tries to focus on something else before going to sleep. here's part 2 that I remember:)

A lot of people from school and their have gathered around a large stage area and are watching intently. I sit with some friends and my parents. I don't know what's really going on onstage, but I look around and freak out as I see someone doing something kinda...not for public eyes. This is either from reading too much Brave New World or from hormones...I think it's from the former.

But that's all I remember before waking up.