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Im laying in my hospital bed and someone, Im not sure whom, has left an peeled orange on the table next to my bed. After some struggling I managed to eat a piece of it. Im a bit unsure on how I did it since I hardly had any muscles left and was shaking extremly.

How delicious!

This was the best tasting orange that I have ever eaten in my whole life. I`d actually never eaten anything, ever, as good as this particular orange! It was as if it was delivered directly from Eden, paradise, to my room in the hospital. Actually, fact is, htere is no such delicious oranges in Sweden. 

Thats when it hit me.

If there isnt any such good oranges in Sweden, where am I?

Where could possibly such lovely-tasting oranges grow?

 

The answer came as quick as it seemed obvious to me; -Kuala Lumpur.

I was in Kuala Lumpur.

Thats when I saw it. On my left side there were several windows and out there I could see a massive rainforrest. There is no rainforrest in Sweden, I know that for sure. But..surely there is growing a rainforrest in Kuala Lumpur. On my right side there was also windows. Behind those windows there was a little room where my nurses kept a small computer and some other stuff.

When I know looked into that room there was a nurse who was seated by the computer. Behind her another nurse stood looking over her shoulder. And it was on that nurse shoulder the monkey was seated. A tiny, black, brown and grey monkey. Monkeys arent allowed into hospitals in Sweden, thats just how it is. But you do in Kuala Lumpur, everyone knows that. So, now it was determinded. I am in Kuala Lumpur.

But why, how did I end up here? I thought about this for a short while but I really couldnt come up with any good answer to the question. Then a nurse entered the room and I figured that I would ask her. So, said and done:

"Where am I?" I asked her.

The answer surprised me and made my completely silent:

"You are in Lund". (In case you missed it; Lund is a town in southern Sweden).

It wasn`t like my brain said: "Ah, that makes more sense":

No, not at all, my brain instead immediatly wondered: "Why is she lying?!"

I kept laying in my bed pondering about this for a while and after some time another nurse enters the room. I asked her the same question but with a bit more hesitation in my voice: "Where am I?". She immediatly replied: "At the hospital in Lund".

I felt dismayed. "She is lying too! Everyone is lying! But why??". This felt weird and also very frightening. It seemed like everyone was lying to me. Everyone were in on the conspiracy except me.

But what could the point of all this be?

There was atleast one person that I could totally trust. My wife, Jenny. I was completely certain that she would never lie to me. The problem was she wasn`t here right now. From where I was laying I could also see a door. I had never, in a conscious state been outside of that door but I knew anyway what was out there. It was a glazed spiral staircase that led down to a very nice courtyard. That was where they had picked that amazing orange I`ve just eaten. 

That was also the place where the guidade elephantrides started out from and Jenny has left for one right now. I figures that I had to wait until she got back and then this would all be sorted out. Suddenyl Jenny were in the room. It could have been ten minutes or ten hours, its hard to say.

 

Now everything would be explained.

"Where are we?" I whispered through my clenched teeth so that no one would hear.

Jennys reply was confusing, scary and totally tore down my world.

"We are in Lund. At the hospital." She replied unaware of how completely wrong that answer was.

I really couldnt understand it. Jenny would never lie about something like this, but I was sure that we were in Kuala Lumpur. I had to straighten this out!

 

In my head, as I recall it, we had a very long discussion about this. I had loads of questions and we spoke for a long, long time before I understood what was going on. 

In reality, I asked some totally innocent and normal questions that Jenny replied to. According to her I seemed totally normal.

It seems my brain, desperatly, tried to come up with some kind of logic to what was going on and this was what it decided to belive and consider the truth;

I was in Lund. But, this Lund was an island placed a short distance out of Kuala Lumpur. The hospital I was in was owned by a swedish doctor by the name Magnus. (Magnus was a real person but he were one of my nurses in reality not a doctor.) He had bought this island, named it to "Lund" and started a specialist hospital for heartconditions. The reason of naming it "Lund" was to make it easier when you got back to Sweden again. When being hospitalized in Sweden you always asked if you have spent any time abroad the last 6 months and if you answer "yes" to that question there is special rules setting in. 

Now, you could be totally honest while replying "Ive been treated in Lund." Brilliant!

 

I had gotten a place on this extremely expensive hospital because Magnus were a good friend of my mother in law. They had knew eachother for a long time and she had helped him establishing the hospital. (In real life Magnus almost always worked together with another nurse who had the same name as my mother in law).

To me its totally fascinating how my brain managed, in a irrational way, make this whole story totally logical.

I know that a lot of people waking up after being sedated for surgery have similiar stories to tell, similiar experiences. Several of them will never tell anyone about their experience since they belive that there is something wrong with them and they feel ashamed about the experience.

I share my storybecause I want to show that this is perfectly normal even though its seldom spoken about.

 

Magnus name is in reality something different.