That night, she had a dream that someone stole her kidney.
She watched them, having knocked her to the floor and tying her up, take a scalpel and gloves and a Tupperware container from a black rucksack.
In the dream, it wasn’t painful at all. She saw them cut into skin and remove the reddish-brown organ, placing it in the container.
They sewed her back up, untied her, and left.
Easy as that.
She woke up feeling dreadful though. Her forehead was covered in sweat, her hair oily and mussed, as if she had been tossing and turning all night. Most noticeably, she was in extreme pain.
She cried out, and her husband, being a heavy sleeper, finally woke up. They headed straight for the emergency room.
After a whole array of tests and scans and a suitable dose of medication, the Doctor on call came to give her the diagnosis.
But she didn’t give him the chance. “It’s kidney disease, isn’t it?”
Her Doctor looked rather flustered. “Uh, yes ma’am, I’m sorry to say that it is indeed,” he said. “How did you know?”
She sighed. “Just intuition, I guess.”