Alex will walk again

Reflecting back on my coma, I remember the vivid dreams I had. On reflection these dreams related to what was happening by my bedside. Such as ………..

During a blood transfusion, Jennifer was standing next to my bed - people would talk to me all the time, throughout my time in the coma. As my blood was leaving my body and the new blood came in, Jennifer was discribing every gory detail.. but in my dreams i was laying on a table, next to her.. and i was watching her blood coming into me.

I drempt that i was in Alaska, each night i would go to bed and sleep… but about 4-5am an old indian man called X-ray would apear and get out of my bed.. he would shut my head in a foam vice, and go off ice fishing! - he would never allow me to go with him.. (i just thought the foam vice was to protect me incase of an avalanche) but as you can see from reading - the story through my sisters eyes, there is a link below (click the pages to increase size) - i used to get X-rayed nearly every day and the guy would come in around 4-5am and shout X-RAY at me.. and the bed i was in secured my head with a foam vice..

My mum would reasure me all the time by telling me “i had an accident in St Maartin, i’m in Miami, i’ll be home soon” this would really confuse me.. while i was dreaming i would be any where from India to South America, then all of a sudden i was back in Miami…?!?

I also drempt that i had got married to a very attractive young lady (Sarah Riley) we had two beautiful daughters, i had a caribean island (i was rich in my dreams) for some reason we left one there.. unfotunatley, we split - i was too busy fighting a war down in South America….. i don’t remember dreaming about Sarah before my accident - while i was in Miami Sarah would visit every Sunday, on one such visit as she left i flatlined (possibly when we split in the dream…)

there are more dream’s to come, but the reason for this section means that talking to your loved one’s while they are (at least) medacally induced into a coma, they can hear you - it may not help to much.. but they can hear you.     

Read my story through the eyes of my sister

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