A Unicorn That Grew Zebra Stripes: Learning to Adjust to a Pheochromocytoma Diagnosis

so,  i just had a bad dream. the first one i remember having in a long long time. in my dream, my parents and i were at some hotel, and i went to the wrong room and unloaded all my stuff, when i found out it was the wrong room, i called my dad to come let me into the right room, but sudzy showed up instead and we were both stuck in the this room. there was nothing particularly scary about the room. it was just the wrong room and i knew it.... i called dad again... and he said he would  come get me.... and it seemed like days went by.... i was getting more upset... there was a flood going on outside, and while it had nothing to do with me being in the wrong room, it just made things worse. i kept finding things that other people had left behind  in that room. ink pens, scribbled notes. phone numbers, there was also a dog in the room that wasn't mine. that was another thing i was freaking out about. my dogs were with my parents.... the tv in the room didnt work and my phone...