Mind movies and other madness

Finally! Some time to sit and write again! This and the next post were prompted by events that happened over two weeks ago and apart from time constraints I have written because I am so conflicted by one of the events I simply haven't known what to do, say or write. So I'll start with the easy one.

A couple of weeks ago, I dreamt a block buster movie. 

I'm  not talking just a good movie , or a movie to win an Oscar. I dreamt the kind of movie that  makes people involved in it so rich, that their offspring will live off the royalties forever, the kind of movie people talk to their grandchildren about.

I dreamt it in absolute vivid detail...the music, the storyline, the set design, the characters....an incredible story, sort of a cross between Contagion, Independence Day, Gattica  and Forest Gump.

Now if I had the time and talent to sit down and reproduce the movies in my mind into an actual script that would be wonderful.
What would be even more amazing though (and possibly still make me millions) would be if I had the ability to understand the mind.

My "mind movie" came from somewhere. What did it mean? Is a way of processing the events of the day? Is it a way of escaping the events of the day or is dreaming some kind of madness?

The day preceding this particular movie dream was indeed madness in the ED.

Not a bed spare, patients spilling out of the waiting room, ambulances lined up in the bays outside like a drive through, patients threatening staff, Doctors making decisions that still leave me shaking my head in disbelief and staff looking bewildered and shell shocked.

An evening shift in the ED....I can't remember what night it was but I remember it was a full moon.

There are many theories about the full moon , crazy people, psych patients and even multiple research studies done on the number and type of patients in the ED when it is a full moon. I don't care what anyone says, until you have worked it you don't believe it,  but it's true.....the full moon makes people crazy and sometimes it's the staff!

On this particular night we had so many weird, bizarre, funny and frustrating patients, that at the end of the night when  all 12 doctors stand around to give hand over we were in tears. 

Tears of laughter, all of us...shaking our heads in complete disbelief as we recounted the stories of the shift. 

As the evening staff walked out and wished the night duty staff a calm night, they wished us a good sleep. It seems I took the madness home into my dreams that night, but sleep I did.

Some people don't. The don't sleep because they hear voices, either their own or  those of other people in their head. They don't sleep because they are anxious, depressed, lonely, scared, psychotic, delusional and sometimes just plain crazy.

For those people, I wish I had a key to unlock the secrets of their minds and set them free.