Do you need sugar or insulin?

I have been dreaming a lot lately.
And not your run-of-the-mill-running-but-getting-nowhere dreams, no, I dream about Taizé. More specifically, I dream of me and Charlie in Taizé - being stalked by The Diabetes Man.

First time around it was kinda funny. I dreamt there was this man in church in Taizé who fainted. Apparently I was the only one around with a vague idea what to do (which usually is the case IRL aswell). So I sit with the guy and when he comes around he whispers in this hysterically weak voice, 'I have diabetes'. So I ask him if he needs insulin or sugar, and he says insulin. I grab a big (huge is more like it) syringe from his bag, roll him over onto his stomach and stick the needle in his butt. Three minutes later he's perky and cheerful and walks away with a bounce in his step.

Now, one might claim I have a Saving People Thing (haha), and I would agree had it not been for the fact that five minutes later at Oyak (the place to be at night in Taizé) the guy turns up again. Still fainting, whispering about diabetes and I end up sticking a needle in his but again. Last night I dreamt of him again. Only this time he had a co-star; The dog me and Charlie are planning on getting once we get back form Taizé. The Diabetes Man kept stealing the dog from us, only he wouldn't get very far. Once he got hold of him and started running away he would faint. And I would end up giving him his insulin shot. Again.

Last night, The Diabetes Man was chasing me. He wanted to drown me. I don't now why it was scary; every time he was even close to success he fainted. Aand I gave him his insulin. Again.

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