2. I'm an ER nurse, caring for a surrogate mother and the baby she's just birthed. The parents are in the waiting room, and everything's going fine, and all of a sudden the doctor in charge starts working on the baby, who's not breathing. The surrogate is covered in blood and is having a seizure, but the doctor says she's okay. He then says to wait ten minutes, then tell the parents that the baby died. So I do, and try to find the doctor to talk to them, but I can't. I don't know his name, so I can't page him. One of the other doctors, who looks like Kiefer Sutherland, is in his office, so I'm sitting on a high shelf, waiting to talk to him, when a big, angry-looking man charges up to me. He stares at me for a moment, then breaks into a wide grin and points to a pile of trash in the corner. I shrug and say that I'm not cleaning it up. The man is confused.
3. I'm in a musical that seems to be a cross between Quilters, Yankee Doodle Dandy, and A Chorus Line. There's a huge group of people carrying a quilt (that's supposed to be a body) over their heads while standing in a double line and singing "Give My Regards to Broadway." I try to get into the line, but I can't remember the words or the dance steps. No one else seems to remember them, either. Eventually, Marilyn Monroe steps out of the line, says it's a stupid show, and stalks off. I privately agree.