Diary of a vivid dreamer

***So once again I've woken up exhausted. I'm sipping a cup of coffee after having placed some toner soaked cotton pads over my eyes to try and coax them into feeling open and refreshed rather than fighting to slam shut. As I said; dreams are work. Last nights dream was chock full of wtf with the addition of an element to wake me with a jolt and literally bring me half of the way into a upright position and gasp in horror. Lucky me I was able to lay back down and fall right into the same dream. Note the sarcasm?***

I'm in a small living room, similar to mine. Same layout minus the front door behind me. I'm stood up and watching the tv. A newscast begins. The anchorwoman is telling the story of a little girl found dead in her bed as she slept having died under mysterious circumstances. To my utter horror a wonderfully sharp and clear photo of this dead little girls face is now displayed on the screen. She's in her bed on her left side, head resting on her pillow and blankets pulled up to just below her chin. Her eyes are closed but rather than appear to be a peaceful, sleeping child the death is clear on her. Her skin slightly transparent to where the veins are faintly visible beneath the surface of her skin. Like a mask surrounding her eyes and lips are bright, deep red splotches under the skin. As if the vessels had burst or blood began to pool under the skin. I'd only seen the photo for a moment.

***I'm jolted awake from the image--I lay back down and fall asleep.***

I'm back in the same dream but a different part now. I'm investigating her death however in a strange fashion. I'm in a sort of rewind and playback. I'm being walked through roughly the 24 hours before her death by her. She's going through it all precisely as she'd done it to give me an accurate view and at the same time she's giving commentary on things to fill me in and answering questions. I can't recall the specifics of them. The others around appear oblivious to her commentary and my presence.

She's being taken to the doctor by her parents, myself in tow. She enters the doctors office which is in appearance a typical doctors office. The only difference is that instead of an examination table there is a hospital bed. She hops up onto it. A nurse enters the room and is pleasant enough only she addresses the little girl as 'he' to which she rolls her eyes, snorts and says 'I'm a SHE'. Her parents let off a little chuckle as well which indicated a mutual understanding and amusement that this sort of thing happened all the time. This confused me as whereas she may have been slightly tomboyish in appearance she was still very much an unmistakable girl. 'Idiot' I thought to myself in reference to the nurse.

Things are much less focused now. The doctor has entered the room and I'm getting flashes of images. The little girl is narrating now. She is telling me that she is there for a check-up and a vaccine. The doctor is negligent, He's using something else, it's not the vaccine she came for. He's not intentionally trying to kill her but he is trying to cut costs. This is what killed me she's telling me. Her parents are unaware.

I'm looking at the television screen again. It's back on the image of the little girl in her bed. It's a video now. She's not dead. She's asleep. Red splotches are gone and she appears to be nothing more than a sleeping little girl. She turns over on her side and takes one of those sleepy deep breaths. I'm waking up now.