22nd December, 2011.
Thursday.

My earlier dream is vague. A young man is teaching me something. It feels like I do some mathematics.

"Skin Cancer"
I’m in a hospital, perched up in a metal laundry tub in preparation for some kind of procedure. The woman in charge comments on the fact that I’m nice and clean and that the majority of her patients aren’t. There are several other hospital staff members around me. I climb down from the tub and we head off together, apparently in order to remove a skin cancer.

Note: I’ve been planning to get the doctor to do a skin cancer check for me.

"Peter P."
I’m sitting with G and someone else and about 25 metres away Peter P appears to be conducting proceedings at some kind of meeting. He’s peering over his glasses, waiting for people to stop talking. I make a statement about this to G and then Peter peers my way but with a smile on his face. I comment to G about how I’m the only one he smiles at for talking and we chuckle together.

Note: Peter is a teacher at my work, a sweet, more senior gent who always smiles at me. I think he’ll retire soon.