last night i dreamed about going to the doctor with my mom, who seemed much smaller than she actually is… much more frail and older. the doctor building was on the 2nd floor of a nice office building with a parking lot out front, and nice landscaping. she was cold sitting in the waiting room so i told her i would go out to the car and get her jacket. i took a wrong turn somehow and ended up having walked an entire block down the street to the bottom of a hill. two scruffy men in white lab coats were standing at the corner with a wheelbarrow, collecting orange trumpet-shaped flowers from a lush vine that was growing on a telephone pole. they told me that they were from the doctor’s office, and that the flowers from this vine had wonderful medicinal properties, and that this telephone pole on the corner was the only place in the world that the vine grew, so they had to walk down the hill and harvest more every couple of days. i was fascinated with the guys collecting the flowers but then remembered that i was taking a very long time to get my mom’s jacket, so i had to hurry back and get it for her. just now i looked up “medicinal trumpet flowers” on google, and didn’t come up with much of anything. lots of plant websites, nothing that looked terribly interesting. so i entered the same words into googlism.com, and something on that site is broken and giving me an error. so much for interesting results.