My mother and her sister were telling me, "You know you've got a terminal disease, don't you?"
They were sitting at my mother's old formica table in my parents' old kitchen and I was wondering about their credibility, to be telling me I was going to die when they were clearly oblivious to the fact they were sitting in a room in a house that I knew no longer existed IRL.
So I was telling them, "Yeah, it's got something to do with my toes, but I think I'll be all right for a while." They said, "No, you're going to die SOON!" and next I was in the grounds of a hospital, scooting around on my butt because I couldn't walk (perhaps all my toes fell off).
