1:25am -- A "psychic dream." Dreamed I was at a party at the Hilgards. There someone told me about or let me read the newspaper account about what had happened to my wife, sort of a gentle way of breaking it to me. I started living (dreaming) this as I read it. She had been examined by a MD for something, and as we were waling back thru the corridors of this big institution, it was discovered that he had left his flashlight in her! I rushed her back. It seemed such a stupid thing, and yet I worried. The MD and several others examined her, and it seemed the flashlight had lodged in her abdomen or chest, with parts scattered thru her body. It was very serious and I had to leave the operating room while they operated. She called out to me while they were operating, and I argued with the nurse that they should have an intercom so husbands could comfort their wives during operations. The nurse told me I could do this by going in the operating room. I said no, it obviously wasn't allowed, but she insisted it was, as long as my fingers weren't crossed! It seemed stupid to me. The dream then gets confused, with some sort of scene where the doctors have gotten some parts of the flashlight out, but can't get them all, and my wife will never be quite right again, always an invalid. But somehow it's back at the party and I meet her and she's OK because the story was really about some other woman in Canada with the same name.. I then get involved with arguments about something else at the party. I then become half awake and realize I'm trying to curl around my wife, who is pushing my hand off her belly, and turn over away from her. She then called my name and woke me, telling me her stomach was all knotted up in cramps, she felt miserable, and the room reeked of stale cigarettes (it doesn't, as there's been no smoking in the house). I tried to figure out some way to help her, finally thought of some Compagine, got it out of the medicine chest, but suggested that she throw up first. She did and I went back to bed, and only then did the similarity of my dream hit me, so I got up (although body wanting to sleep) and wrote this before telling her anything more than that I had a psychic dream. Now to get her to write an independent account. She doesn't feel up to writing. Says she tossed and turned in bed, woke up, realized she felt sick, got up and went to bathroom while ½ asleep, came back to bed, then woke me a few minutes later -- moved a few times before waking me. She says "flashlight" (it was a penlight and later a full-sized flashlight in my dream) seems to ring a bell with her, but she doesn't know why.