Holy Shit

I almost never remember a dream. Maybe one dream every five years or so. And they are either hopelessly mundane...shopping for groceries...or eerily prophetic. The other day I had a dream that ended with butterflies, surrounded by crystal blue clean water. It wasn't drowning them, they were all happy. When I woke up, I had the strongest urge to stop lying on the couch all day and get the doc to say I could join the gym and try to get some strength back in the pool. Right now I can't sit up more than half an hour or stand more than five minutes before my belly hurts so badly I feel faint. I'm super deconditioned from sitting down with my legs stuck out for two months, and the only time I feel human is in the bathtub. So, he said it couldn't hurt. Right after he said he didn't have any ideas for medicine that would help, and had I thought about going to the surgeon to get the bad parts removed. Turned him down on that one, not lusting an ileostomy bag right this second.
Anyway, I went to the health club and made inquiries. They figured a way to get me the low rate and not pay the intro fee, and asked me into the office to start the paperwork. On the wall was a huge collage of photos of glistening tropical butterflies, about twenty of them; the manager's favorite things.