Cadaver Dreams

Last night, with only six sessions of dissection to go, I had my first dream about anatomy. In it, Harvey was whole again - organs back in place, skin intact, face no longer marred. I was gathering clothing in order to dress him before he was sent away. I remember feeling very sad that it was time for him to go. At the end, I patted him on the chest and said, "Thank you, Harvey. I will be a better doctor because of you."