Wired Weird

Last night, I had a weird dream—that I had AIDS. Must be all this NGO stuff I read about and do, I thought. V. always says my dreams are too weird.
What was most remarkable was the fact that, in my dream, I could feel the inability to do anything, the fatality that I assume comes with something like AIDS, and also people’s reactions. The dream went something like this: I suddenly become aware that I have AIDS, although people around me haven’t told me anything. Then, there are parties and other fun stuff that happen, but I’m not interested in any of them. I don’t even want to participate in anything. When someone asks me what I want to eat, I say something like, “I don’t really care; what does it matter now?”
There is a rich neighbour as well, in my dream. The neighbor seems to be some sort of scientist guy, something I probably took away from last night’s “Honey, I Shrunk the Kids”! Would he be the person to deliver me from the dreaded killer?
In any case, what mattered most in the dream was what I felt—no determination to fight this thing, no will to live, nothing. I’m not sure if that’s indicative of the kind of person that I am deep down, or what Freud would say about all this. But when I woke up (or even in the dream, I thought), I was determined to do something about this virus.
Now what that is, I’ve to figure out.