In July, I dreamt that I was in a hospital with my dad who was a patient. I heard that the medical staff were busy not only with attending to patients but also to getting settled into their new building. They had recently moved, and they were in the process of becoming familiar with new equipment as well as their new space.
Since the staff were talking with me about this, they let me see the old hospital. I could see it from the air above as if I were somehow flying – in a plane? Via a drone? It was a simple tall rectangular red brick building with the hospital name at the top. I wondered what would happen to all the furniture and medical equipment remaining in this building. The hospital name reminded me of my dad’s hospital, Fairview…but I think it actually was “Fed” something.