Bathroom, Work, Stairs

I was driving and my mom was with me. It was rainy outside, and we drove down several roads to a small town. We decided to stop at a convenience store/gas station though I didn’t need any gas. There were a bunch of people there we knew, so we stood around a bit. I watched the people, thinking about how I both needed to go to the bathroom and was hungry. There was this unfamiliar guy who was taking orders for the people there. My mom started walking across the street, so I ran after her. She wanted to see what was on the other side and it wasn’t a big deal with me because I wanted to stretch my legs, too. I did make her wait for the crosswalk light despite the other people down the way jaywalking. The motel across the street was not only empty but possibly abandoned. Done with that, we came back over on a crosswalk that had 224 seconds of time!! For some reason we made it just in time for the countdown. By that time, my sister was carefully looking over the food order. The guy then jaywalked across the street to the Little Cesar’s. I really needed to go to the bathroom at that point, AND there was this drunk/high lady who was teeter tottering along with him, so I ran after her, wrapped an arm around her waist and guided her in safety to the Little Cesars. The restaurant was like none I’d ever seen. We waded through the massive crowd of what appeared to be junkies and other low-lifes. Neither of the people I was with seemed bothered at all by them. I was extremely aware of my different race, but the junkies didn’t care about that. Inside the place was not a pizza place, but a department store! Jewelry counter, nice clothing, hardware… there were 2 floors. The only crowded place was the front with all the junkies. The lady disappeared somewhere and the pizza ordering guy quickly headed off to the back of the store. I walked all around looking for the bathroom. The first one I found saw one lady bawling on the phone while wiping down the floor and the door exclaiming that she hadn’t meant for it to happen at all! I didn’t want to use that one, so I kept going and eventually found the lady I’d been with. She seemed happier because she had just finished using the bathroom herself. I asked her where it was and she showed me a shell looking device, I tried to get in but couldn’t and she cackled and pushed me saying that only the chosen ones could.

I woke up for real to use the bathroom, then back to sleep.

Then I was at work. As usual, it was dark, and crazy with the schedule. The version of me doing work was doodling on and making lists for patients. Then I left because I didn’t want to be there anymore. I stopped to talk to my coworker on the way out (in a different office), and then proceeded to use the elevator. The way it was acting looked like it was going to break, but I used it anyways. There was a sign at the bottom of the door saying that it was programmed to bypass the first floor because it was going to malfunction, so it would let out on the basement level which still had outdoor access. That was annoying, but I remembered that I had already done this before in a previous dream where I’d managed to acquire or make a map of the convoluted maze. As I exited into the basement, a pretty-looking lady was frustrated and scared. Immediately, I recognized that she was lost, so I had her come with me as I searched for the exit. Although I pretty much remembered the map from the last time, I tried to pull it up on my phone anyways just in case and to inspire confidence in the frazzled lady. We went around turns and bends not following any of the other lost people until I saw that familiar part. Took a right which led us down a long hallway, another sharp turn and BAM. Outside was the grocery store which meant that we just had to go around the outside of the building to the parking lot. She had pulled up her car locator on her phone and was so relieved that we were close. We broke off from each other and I headed towards my car.

All of the sudden, I realized that I needed to get back to work, so I entered a door near my car, knowing that there was a staircase nearby. Inside, however, things were not as I remembered. There was a long line of people standing. I asked if they were waiting for the bathroom, and they were, so I cut through them to where the stairs used to be. Someone else wanted to use the stairs, too, but I couldn’t figure out where it was. I was just about to travel a good distance down the hall to use the other stairs, when someone gave me a spatula with something on top of it. They smiled at me with what initially seemed innocent. It changed and I got a bad feeling, but it was too late. The “stairs” required floating and traveling through the walls and building like a ghost. There was no time to think about anything, but I knew I was super scared. You can’t be scared when you’re dealing with spirits. I could not help it. A spirit met me inside of the wall and I could see “stairs” all around me leading here, there, nowhere, and upways, sideways, diagonal-ways. It seemed to be a rather bothersome, irritable spirit. I tried my best to at least exude calm even though I felt nothing close to that. It kept saying things to me that I didn’t understand, then get angry at me. It forced me to “fly” through a videogame-like flying obstacle course still holding the spatula thing. I knew if I lost that or let go, that I’d be stuck in the place forever. It tried multiple times to trick me into giving the thing up or letting go or whatever other ploy it had. I came close a few times. However, I made it and it was so angry I thought I’d be sent to a different dimension and imprisoned there.

Nope. I made it to my workplace. I hurried into my operatory where my patient was still waiting (apparently time moved differently in that realm). The list I’d started before I’d left was still there, so I finished it up, adding stickers and other things to it. The patient was really happy.

Infiltrate, Flying, Cora, Spiders

I was making my way through the levels of the facility, occasionally referring to the on-screen map. The area I was in was the storage basement and I was trying to make my way up to the roof level. The goal? To escape, maybe? Something about chickens, bags of chicken feed or mulch, backtracking, hiding from facility worker’s voices. The main bad guy was a woman. Eventually, I met up with a group of people or perhaps rescued them. We escaped together onto the roof. It was dawn…I’d made it just in time! They were so noisy up there, but were no longer my problem, so I made my way to the obvious escape route which was to walk out onto the flagpole, leap over to the colorful apparatus attached to the roof of the neighboring daycare, and jump down from there since it was just one-story high. As I ran over to the flagpole, I saw that not only was it very narrow and slippery, but the leap to the colorful apparatus seemed closer from far away. Maaaaybe… I wanted to just follow the others.

On ground-level now, the group made their way over to some awaiting vehicles. Everyone seemed to be relaxed, but I still felt like I needed to hurry. There were 5 “vehicles” lined up along the street with operators standing around waiting. I didn’t see the one I was supposed to take until I got closer to the end of the line and *poof* it appeared. I hurried towards it with a female by my side. My mission was to get to the destination with the female. My part was done, and it would be all on the vehicle operator to get us to the rendezvous point. I jumped into one of the seats, and she jumped into the other seat. The vehicle was kind of strange, simply a handle in the front, my seat like a dog trailer for a bicycle, and hers another trailer connected to mine. Both had canopies that could close around us, blankets, and a very comfortable cushion. Safe in the seat, our operator appeared, a very tall, slender man with white hair, darker skin, and wearing a crisp, white suit. He saw that we were situated, grasped the handle, and started running. I was weirded out because I guess it was like a rickshaw or a carriage? Drawn by a human? My musings were laid to rest when, as the speed picked up, he dropped to all fours, the strap he’d been pulling twirling around his waist, and transformed into a white, winged beast. Soon, we were soaring high into the sky, the sun peeking up above the horizon. It was cold up that high in the clouds, and I was simply exhausted. I turned to look at my charge and found her not sitting in her seat but perched on the swivel joint between our trailers. She was feeding a small creature some food, and I found my chest swelling with fondness for her. I told her that the trip would be long, and that she should get some rest. She seemed tortured by something unspoken, which made me smile because I knew what she wanted. Protocol would forbid such a thing, but high up in the sky, with the trip so long, and with no energy in me to chide, I invited her to come rest with me in my trailer. Her face lit up, cheeks tinted a cute shade of red, and she climbed in next to me. I tucked the blankets around us, secured the canopy, and held her tight in my arms. Aroused, some explicit thoughts crossed my mind given the privacy of our ride, but exhaustion won over pleasure. We were awaked by a jolt. I shot up and saw that we had landed in the shade of a wooden barn or house. My ward was still asleep next to me. The operator, now human again, explained that we were 3/4 of the way through our journey, and he needed to rest. The next morning, we’d visit the nearby station to switch “mounts.” He promptly left, which left me to take in our surroundings.

Then I was pulling up to a townhouse in my car. I parked, got out of the car, and made my way to my porch. There was some discussion regarding dying porch plants and the storm that was right on our heels. I unlocked the door, and we all went inside. Where’d Cora go? I found her in the basement, still in her leash and harness, staring out the sliding glass door. Did she need to pee before the storm? I let her out. She stopped and stared at the corner of the fence-line, growling, and I realized that someone had left the door open! Stepping outside, I went to close it, but was sidetracked by something. Back inside I went until Cora continued to stare outside. I went out again to close it, having to grab her leash so she wouldn’t run out. I closed it, secured it, and noted that the wind had really picked up, the sky was very dark, and the rain was starting come down hard. I went back inside and had to maneuver around spider webs. LOTS of spiderwebs. I was pretty sure I’d just gone through the basement twice and hadn’t noticed all those webs. Cora had disappeared upstairs at the point, so I turned my attention back to the basement. It was less a basement than an old, neglected barn. Broken things littered the place, stacked items, yard tools…anything you’d expect to find in an abandoned shed or barn or garage was there. Spiderwebs everywhere. There was a man with me, around my age, a white guy. I was telling him all about how the spiderwebs had popped up out of nowhere. I started closely inspecting the webs because not only were the webs themselves very thick and numerous, but they had multiple spiders on them! Unusual! In fact, I realized with horror that most of the spiders were “black widows!” Really LARGE “black widows.” I started snapping photos all over the place, trying to capture this crazy turn of events, moving around on my hands and knees and back to avoid the high up webs. These “black widows” were peculiar in that they were not only extra-large, but their hourglass marking looked more like the shape of themselves. Then came a series of disturbing scenes of these “black widows” attacking and devouring other spiders. There was a very large/chunky brown spider, bigger than the BWs that was on a web. A BW raced over, sunk its fangs into the chunky spider’s abdomen, killing it. Similar events were taking place all over the basement. I was getting super scared and creeped out but couldn’t bring myself to leave. I had to fix this problem. I’d waited too long and it was out of control!

So, I decided to back up time. I reloaded from the point where I turned to see the mess. I directed my friend to grab a stick. I grabbed a cricket bat and started going for the webs and spiders. No more fear. No more pictures. No allowing them to multiply. I started whacking them off webs, on surfaces, all over. I was NOT afraid, for some reason, of them landing on me. I just wanted to eradicate them. They started running. They started shrinking in size. THEY were afraid of ME. My friend was nervous, but I kept attacking. Eventually the big webs were gone and I felt good. The scenario reloaded again, but this time it was mostly devoid of spiders…and definitely no “black widows.” We could finally go through and tidy up the basement.

Cora, Basement, Patient

This is the only portion I remember. The rest of it was rather dull.

I was in a basement. It exuded old-school 80’s vibes (think brown everything and carpet), and aside from that was rather dusty. Cora was running up and down the stairs. I was under the impression that there was as storm outside, but it didn’t matter because I was just a kid. I was sit-crawling on the dark brown, worn carpet. There was a room behind me that I wasn’t supposed to go into, and I knew was off-limits, but this is my dream and I get to do what I want. Everything was quiet, so I went into the room which was kind of spooky. The rest of the 80’s basement was already darkly furnished, but this room was really dark with what appeared to be cobwebs on things? Like a dusty old attic. There were things stacked everywhere, though there was order even with all the junk. I was looking at some things near the ground (since I was a kid, I was short). Cora ran to the doorway but refused to go in, running back upstairs. That’s when my dad came home from a business trip, and I understood that it was his room. No wonder it was kind of spooky. Now uncomfortable, I worked my way back out to the rest of the basement but didn’t want to do it too fast as to appear too eager to exit. He wasn’t mean at all, though I was super wary about it. My mom was upstairs and came down to see what I was doing and then went back upstairs when my dad came out. I retreated back into his room, almost to get away from what was going to happen next.

Then, the room changed to an open area where I could see up to the next level like a mall, and there in the skylights, you could see the gale that was blowing out there. Hear it, too. It didn’t matter much, because I was cleaning a patient’s teeth at the point. He was on the ground with his head in my lap. It was my patient Dr. MC. He kept saying things to me and I couldn’t understand what he was saying, so I had to keep stopping and asking, “what?” That’s when my dad came back through the doorway and disappeared into where his bathroom was. My patient and I looked at each other, but it wasn’t our business, so we kept out of it. That’s when I heard commotion above me and looked up to see my mom holding a rifle and aiming it down towards where my dad had disappeared to. She looked super pissed off. I was worried because I was within the danger zone, so I scooted both myself and my patient off to the far edge of the room. Then I tried to get my mom’s attention to tell her that we were there, but she seemed hell-bent on capping my dad. There was also a brown dog with her I didn’t recognize.