I dreamt I was a doctor in a hospital. I was told to do a post mortem on a patient who had died (a man). I did this with a colleague who looked like Izzy from Greys anatomy). This wasn’t at all surprising, I’ve been doing a Greys Anatomy marathon this last week. We do get started on it but don’t finish. Another body is wheeled past and we follow, curious to see what is going on – the guy obviously wasn’t dead though he did look unconscious lying on the gurney. We end up in a room which looks like a teaching room – lots of desks – with a neuro surgeon who is discussing the malady of a man. The images are close up looks at the problem and look like abstract black and white splotches with labels for what things are. The surgeon looks like Dr Sheppard from greys anatomy and is detailing what he will be doing on this operation. At first I sit next to ‘Izzy’ listening intently – hoping to get in on the surgery I think, but then I move over to the window seat and sit there. I think over the patient I was autopsying before coming here and feel guilty for not finishing. I especially think I need to get back and finish before my supervisor gets back. Someone comes in and asks about us. I tell them I am just watching. The neuro surgeon repeats this, and then I wake up.