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Coworker, mom, sister

One of the most moving dreams I’ve had in a while occurred on Saturday night into Sunday:

I was at work (always a different workplace), and I was walked into my operatory and sat down to work on an already seated patient. I guess I had a hygiene assistant. As I started working on her beautiful, white teeth, something was tugging at my recognition abilities. I stopped and looked at her again and she looked up at me smiling and radiant. I was completely astonished to see Brenda, my coworker who passed away 2 weeks ago! Completely caught off guard, all I could do was gape at her. She was beautiful! She had every single one of her teeth, her skin was smooth and young, even her hair had no shades of gray or white in them. She beamed at me and I kept thinking in my head, but, but you’re dead! I can’t remember if I asked her that out loud, but I could tell she knew what I was thinking and she never answered the question and just asked me how I had been. Other coworkers jumped into my room, all ecstatic and greeting her like she had just come back from a long trip, leaving me, the only one who could seemingly not process her presence there. By now everyone was in the hallway and she was standing up chatting with everyone–and by everyone I mean like 10 people. I went into a neighboring op and told the people in there, one of them was our assistant who nodded like she already knew and another assistant smiled while cleaning up. I didn’t recognize her. She was a Latina middle aged lady, short, chubby and I think her name started with an E. Or A? Back in the hall, Brenda was being mobbed by the 10ish people. Half of them were those who worked in my office and I didn’t recognize the others. She looked at me again, happy, and I felt a peace and acceptance wash over me.

Some other work dream, rather frustrating dealing with time that both went too fast and never ended. I hadn’t gone home from work in months.

Then it was a dream about living in this European Medieval seeming scene. I had just moved into a house on a cobblestone street. Everything seemed older and made of stone and I was having issues with water. I walked across the way to where my sister was staying. Perhaps renting a room? Anyways I go in to visit and she’s busy pestering her husband about something, to which he says a firm, “no.” I’m hanging out by the door and then she comes over to me and says, “You need to get a bigger car.” I’m like, what?? She continues berating me, “Your car is TOO SMALL. You need to get a bigger car!!” I’m getting upset. Why do I need a bigger car? What would I carry that I would need a bigger car?? I like my car!! I turn to leave, not wanting to deal with this anymore and my sister and I stop and go “awwwww” at the scene before us. In a dead leaf pile, there are two robins sitting on their nest of baby birds. My sister comments that she forgot about the bird nest.  Just as the mama sits on the nest, one of the babies escape and my sister and I both exclaim that wow the baby is flying now! I then walk off only to hear behind me my sister begging my brother-in-law, “Can we go bowling? Please? PLEAAAASE!?”

Then I’ve brought my mom to a Target we’ve never been to before. It is amazing inside! Very flashy, futuristic and wholly unlike any Target I’ve ever been in. She goes back to the clothes place and we both witness someone ask the fitting room young man where to find a certain person. He not only gives out their member number, but full name and where they are in the store. We are like, omg. My mom then walks up to them and starts giving them a hard time. I chime in that yeah, you shouldn’t because if someone was after them, etc. Then I wander off to let her berate them some more. The lights are dazzling and blinding me, so I put my sunglasses down when I hear my name. I turn to see my sister, my BiL and my brother all sitting on Adirondack chairs. Apparently my sister is waiting for a movie to start in the theater nearby. My brother has changed the overhead music to Shinobi game music at this point and starts biking with store provided bike to where my mom is. I walk back with him and thankfully she’s done. I tell her we need to go now and she starts exclaiming over the bike.


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Dogs, xrays, old friends,

I haven’t slept too well of late, but I’ve also been dreaming of old friends for some reason.

Some old ones first:

I was at work and the usual receptionist was gone for her wedding, but in her place was someone else. Turns out it was the mother of a coworker that had just passed away. I remember being surprised to see her there working on the computer. After that I went around the “office” which had hallway rugs and big ruts in the floor where water flowed and it was raining outside.

After that I was driving and there was a group function in the park. It was nighttime, but I stopped by anyways because my friend was there now, heading the group, but they were packing up to leave and then left for their camping trip in another state. I never pegged her for a camping girl, but there you go. I came to visit and off they went, so I hung around their cabin/meeting place for a bit, feeling a bit sorry for myself because I was lonely and everyone had their own lives.

I was at home, here, and the house seemed like it belonged to me now because it was furnished but rather sparse and not furnished. I seemed to be running a business of my own out of it, a side business wherein I cleaned people’s various objects. I came downstairs and it seemed that someone had already let him in because my client was sitting at a small table in the kitchen filling out paperwork. I looked out on the deck (also sparsely furnished) and saw a school bus on it. I was like, uhhh. I turned to him and he had finished his paperwork but was on the phone. Turns out he wanted the bus battery to be cleaned because it was very corroded. Ok, easy job. On second glance at the school bus on my deck, I realized the bus was very clean and newish, and also that it wasn’t as big as I first thought, so it wouldn’t be hard to carry out of the house when I was done. I snooped around the table with his papers on it and found a lottery scratcher. He had only uncovered some of the non-winning numbers and gave up on the rest. So I decided to scratch the rest for him. I found $1.00 and then there was one that was very difficult to scratch, like an error from the machine. Lo and behold, $2,000!! I was so happy for the guy and eagerly showed him when he came back, and then told him that no problem, the battery would be cleaned up.

Now I’m at work and needed an xray of something, but I have to do it outside, so I grab a flash drive and bring the sensor with me outside to the parking lot. There, on the cart return pole are ports so that I can take the xrays I need. Some lady is already there trying to take xrays of her grandkids, so I wait a little, but then they leave so I step up. I mount the subject and plug everything in, a little unsure of how this worked without an XCP. I did it and swung the unit over to take the image. Suddenly 2 or 3 other people were hovering around trying to help me out even though I didn’t need it, but I understood their goodwill, so I let them. As I looked again at the woman beside me, I realized that it was an old classmate of mine who is now a dentist! I exclaimed at the recognition and ran to give her a hug.

Now there were a bunch of greyhounds everywhere, along with my two. Stuff was happening and I lost track of them, but we moved everyone to safety in a building. My grandpa was there and talking to some of the people and I was worriedly looking for my dogs, but one guy was holding them. I called their names and they came running to me, I was so relieved. The man wouldn’t let me take the makeshift collars and leashes off and was still holding them, reassuring me that he’ll look after them since I had more pressing responsibilities such as coordinating the crisis that we were having (unclear what it was). I reluctantly trusted him and returned to my duties. All I remember is a Brita pitcher and water, as well as lots of other water.

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water, plane, bears, hideaway, dog, bridge, sweetgum tree

Wow what a night!

On the edge of a wood near suburbia, some other person and I were exploring and began building a hideaway system that ran for several miles. It was mostly made of wood and started small, but it kept getting bigger in some spots. So, basically it was a series of tunnels, or fortified walkways that linked bigger room-type spaces. The danger aspect wasn’t too bad as we were out near the woods, but it was present. The beginning of the project was scarier than the later because by the end of the project we were very confident in our skills and supplies. You could see between the slats in the wood, but we had all the amenities inside like rugs, counters, chairs, couches, food, etc. There was even a dog that came by and eventually became ours. It was a Corgi-like dog and I didn’t want to keep it at first because dogs make noise and would attract danger, but this dog was great and I spent a lot of time playing with it while it was lying on its back. At an expansion point, we threw open the wooden wall onto hinges and were about to build a new set of tunnels.

Then I was walking around in some water. It was a lake and the water came up to around my knees or so, maybe deeper in some spots, but you could see the bottom for the most part. I was going after some pieces of beef jerky littering the floor of the lake. My mom wanted to find some good meat for the dogs. I waded in after her just to be close enough in the event I was needed, but soon, I found something interesting: a beef jerky/large tree branch with an axe stuck to one end of it. I pulled it out of the water for a closer look and the axe didn’t come with it, but I laughed out loud at what I saw on it. My brother happened to have walked up to me at that point and I showed him the tiny little crab sitting on it, no doubt having dropped the axe it was carrying. It was fascinating and absurd at the same time. We put it back in the water, it grabbed ahold of its axe again and the piece of wood continued to move along the water. I followed the path, using my phone to record it all. Then I wanted a picture and had my brother pick it up again while I snapped a few photos of the crab which didn’t like having its picture taken.

We then get to later, when my coworker friend took me to a different lake and we waded into that. She said that I should sit down in the water and cool off with her, and I was like, beh, I don’t want to, but then I fell and ended up in the water anyways. She laughed and said, well there you go and I was irritated. Oh well, so I get into the water and it started raining or having some crazy weather/ water thing going on. I don’t know what possessed me to swim to the other end of the lake, but then the event started getting BAD and I was getting sucked into an A/C unit that was pulling in the overflowing water towards itself in torrents. My sister grabbed me and rescued me, as apparently she was a better swimmer, and I tried to help by pushing off with my tippy toes on the bottom of the lake since I was taller and with bigger leg muscles.

Then I was on a plane. Or at least I think it was a plane, some sort of transportation with strange seating. It was late, too, and there were business men traveling home. I guess it wasn’t too crowded so 3 of the men asked if they could stretch out and lay down to sleep during the trip. The attendant was flustered and didn’t know how to manage all of these people being rude and worrying about the other passengers. I offered my own advice to the logistics of using the seats as beds, but people just stared at me. I moved to my place which happened to be on the other side of a weird, large pillow barrier with a smiley face or some other cutesy design on it. Unfortunately, the little alcove there seated 4 and I had to be near these 2 babies. Evil. Babies. A male and female, that had the faces of adults and were maliciously singing with each other about how they were planning to use their baby statuses and genius brains to destroy people. The male one was saying that he looked like a girl, so people would be unassuming around him and honestly it was all a bit inappropriate and lewd. In the middle of their singing I got up to use the bathroom because I really had to go, but I could still hear their singing and planning.

Now I’m driving around near some suspension bridges, a rerun dream of sorts. In this one, I needed to keep Guan Yu alive, which I had failed the last time I tried this, so instead of turning right, we took a left. The Guan Yu character stopped, and I could clearly see the sniper hiding in the trees, waiting for him. I parked his car and my car around him to try and block any sniper attack, and found some other people to move their cars around him too. I could tell that this time I was successful in preventing his death for a little longer at least….

…then I woke up to use the bathroom because my bladder was about to burst.

Back in bed and back into dreamland, now I’m dreaming about the We Bare Bears. Grizz and Panda. I didn’t see Ice Bear anywhere. We were walking along in a forest and then had to stay overnight in a cabin. I showed them to their rooms and Grizz was really gung ho about everything. When we woke up the next morning to continue our adventure, Grizz started to get dizzy and weak because he was so hungry. My operator told me to look for birch trees because the sugar in the bark was exactly what Grizz needed, but there were no birch trees around and this was an emergency. Suddenly, Grizz fell over onto his back and I looked up to see a sweetgum tree! The leaves and gumballs were so high up, but we started fashioning slingshots and shooting at the tree. Somehow I got rubberbands and shared them with the bears. The slingshot escapade turned into a defense instead of retrieval of young gumballs and it was rather fun. I was using 3 rubber bands and smashing some bugs with them, the best shot of the three.


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Stethoscope, wedding

I’m lying here ready to sleep and I suddenly remembered my dream from the last night. Normally I wouldnt care but I found out this morning that one of my coworkers died in her sleep and decided that my dreams then were important to me.

It was around wedding time for one of my coworkers. She’d been trying for months to get me to go but I keep saying no (real life fact). In the dream I didn’t attend in the official sense, but I was dressed up and I was merely helping out a little with chairs, setup and other menial stuff. The reception was in full swing and I decided that my role was done so I went to leave which was great because it was getting too rambunctious and crazy. I’m walking through the small, red-rug-ed halls and ended up outside when my coworker in her wedding dress runs after me and asks why I’m leaving. It’s weird though because she’s riding on one of the dining chairs that I had bee moving around and that are suddenly moving like it’s on rails. I tell her I’m needed at home and she waves me off with a sad smile, while turning her Rail-chair around.

I get to “my” house and notice that its raining outside. While I’m glad I’m home, there are 3 strange yet familiar people in there with me sitting on the floor. A woman, a man and a smaller girl. They’re all rather large people. Nothing special is happening, but then I go over to a plastic tub and rummage through it, dumping it out on the ground. Randomly, I start listening to everyone’s heartbeats because for some reason it seemed urgent that I should check for a good pulse from everyone. I even pulled out a sphygmomanometer intending to use it but didn’t. The stethoscope I’m using is missing an ear pad on one side so everytime I put it in it digs into my right ear. The woman is fine and in good health. The kid is fine too, but wanted to try it herself, so I let her put it in her ears and she put the larger end on her chest. I put my ear on the smaller side as if I’d be able to hear anything and managed to hear her breathing. As for the guy (big, fatter guy wearing blue tank top), I was unable to hear anything at all. I even stuck my scope under his shirt from his shoulder area to get a good listen, and then same way on his back to hear his breathing, but I couldn’t hear anything. He seems to be alive still, but he’s not moving much besides sitting there. I am alarmed but I get no reaction from anyone at all…

Thats when I wake up.

Is this related to my coworker? I don’t know. I fancy myself some psychic-ness when it comes to creepily realistic dreams and dealing with people, but they don’t make sense until I wake up with it in my memory and figure out why I dreamed that. For the record, that day had nothing to do with stethoscope or blood pressure cuffs or respiratory rates. I just went to work, the coworker that passed away was there filling in for the usual receptionist who was at her bachelorette party in Vegas, it rained all day on Friday and that was about it.

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Mall, ex, relative, animals, work

I was going to update much sooner than this, but got side tracked by looking for a gutter repair/cleaning service, so now I don’t remember as much.

I was at a mall, when I happened to walk by the freestanding hospital inside said mall. Suddenly, I see my ex who came up to me excitedly, introducing me to the woman beside him. From what I could tell she was taking care of him while he was at the hospital recovering from a work injury, and they had gotten to talking about me. The woman and I recognized each other in surprise and I greeted my aunt (dad’s sister). Upon recognizing me she turned and walked quickly away even though I kept calling after her, only turning back once. My ex had run off the moment I had recognized my aunt, so as she disappeared into the crowd, I turned to see where he went, but he’d gone too. I ran into the small, crowded hospital hoping he’d gone back in there, but he hadn’t so I trudged back out into the mall sadly. It’s not like I wanted our relationship back, but watching relationships dissolve around me is depressing. As I walked on, I had this overwhelming feeling of nostalgia and that I missed him terribly. Not as a lover, but just as a friend. I just missed him. I continued through the mall, more hurriedly now to escape these feelings and ended up in a fancy clothes place that was having a wildlife event. I saw that there were many animals outside, so I went out without anyone knowing and saw with delight all the animals there in the small quad of grass! Foxes, baby foxes, snakes, birds and all sort of other animals. I whipped out my phone to take pictures, knowing full well I wasn’t supposed to be out there and that these were wild animals that could attack me.

There was also this whole section on work that was at the same time enjoyable and irritating. Gah I don’t remember anymore. I’m just getting this vision of the office space, some darkness, some coworkers and my boss.

Awwwww…I was SO excited to record these dreams too. I woke up and attempted to summarize and recall all of the details in order to record. It was a good sleep.

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Portal, pickup, family, bathroom, vaccines

I’m driving up and down this road some of it is in traffic. The weather changes from pouring rain to sun to humid and buggy. One moment I’m sitting there and in another instant I’m desperately trying to escape a bug attack or some other thing chasing me. My brother jumps in to help and I complain that how come a bee is always attacking me! I could feel it land on the back of my neck, and I think it got stuck in my clothes, but I didn’t end up getting stung at all. Something about houses that are mostly pillaged and picked clean.

Then I’m on the phone calling 2 different Target Pharmacies to ask them if they have the egg-less vaccines. The condition of the world has become dangerous, but thankfully scientists have developed and approved for release a myriad of vaccines for maladies such as Lyme, Ehrlichiosis, Rocky Mountain spotted fever, flu, etc. I was eager to have the vaccines especially with the egg-free thing! One pharmacy said they do and the other did not. I managed to get to one of them where I sat down at a table and started doing something to get a prescription filled. Then when I asked about “those vaccines” they informed me that I had the wrong pharmacy and it was the one further away. Disappointed, I wander off.

And back to my place which is in a mountainous, arid location. The building looks a bit run down, but it’s home….or is it work? Either way it doesn’t matter because I’m SUPER excited about driving my new pickup truck. It was impressive to own given the state of the world we lived in. The paint was chipped and rust evident in many areas, most notably the back trunk door. The bed was kind of neato as it was split into two areas, the larger, deeper area in the back and a more shallow “quick-access” area towards the front. It had an access cab, not quite a full cab, but ample room for some passengers. Despite the looks, it ran very well. I was supposed to give my coworker a ride and she was a bit excited too. She climbed up from the back bed to the shallow part, dropped her backpack and then made her way into the passenger seat. I smiled to myself, threw my own backpack in the shallow end and got into the driver seat. Off we went.

I ended up at a park of sorts with my immediate family. Still in a gray, rather dreary world. I’m not sure what kind of attraction it was, but it was exciting given the state of things. We were walking and I was trying to get them to the main attraction which was to be a portal. I had been needing desperately to pee, but I figured I’d just hold it until the trip was over. Unfortunately, I couldn’t make it that far, so when we finally got to where the portal was, I had someone hold my jacket? object? and said I’d be back after a pit stop. I ran in, not sure what happened to my pants, still wearing underwear, but I hoped no one could see that it was already leaking out everywhere. I ran into one of the stalls and half stood over the bowl, but at this point it was worthless to pull the undies down because I was basically peeing through my underwear. It didn’t matter too much because I really needed this. My bladder was going to burst! There was a lot of talking going on from other visitors in the spacious bathroom (at least 15 stalls!). I grabbed the toilet paper to wipe as much as I could and pulled up my pants, hoping no one would notice the wetness, and cringing at the thought of having to wear peed-on clothing. To my delight, it was not uncomfortable at all–in fact, it seemed to have already dried back to normal. Then the lights went out. It came back on and woman rushes in yelling to everyone that the park was closing, everyone needed to leave! People expressed dismay and she explained that she was closing the park because a really fat woman demanded that she wanted her dental implant placed TOMORROW and that was just impossible and a ridiculous request. Everyone now needed to go home. Apparently that was a legitimate complaint, so with much grumbling everyone moved to leave. I went out to my family and explained the situation, thinking that I knew what fat lady she was referring to. We were so close, though! The portal! The lights kept dimming and coming back on, no doubt to signal the close of the park. Another park goer guy and I were staring at the portal, and considering whether we should go in. We caught each other’s eyes and silently agreed to just do it! We came all this way after all! I told my family we’re going to get in the portal quickly, so we do. There were two options and I chose the first option. We end up in a top floor of a small building where there was a funeral going on. I wandered into the food room, but there were only 2 weird looking dishes, so I decide to gather my family and leave, but they’re having fun looking at the dead body. There’s also the push of needing to leave the park before we get stuck in the portal…I go to grab my mom, when–

–I wake up because my bladder really is going to burst in real life, but I don’t want to get up.

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Medical, Dental

It must be springtime! Chill out, hormones and brain!

I walked into my new doctor’s office, not knowing what to expect (unsure at this point why I went). The office was a bit strange looking for a doctor’s office, much less warm and inviting than what I’m used to (and that’s saying a lot). There was this big, open bay with examination tables everywhere. In the middle towards the back wall was a large brick fireplace that extended to the roof. Lighting wasn’t very bright. It all seemed industrial. At first, I got a larger woman doctor (there were 3 that I could count). What the place lacked in comfort, the people made up for tenfold. They were very caring people. Everyone was dressed in different colored scrubs. I tell her what’s going on and she nods, doing doctor stuff. I remember thinking that she’s very thorough, and was worried that if she intended to do a full physical examination, then would she pull a curtain at least to give privacy? There’s some sort of commotion going on, and she’s distracted, but she continues with my treatment and gives me drops in my ears, bilaterally, saying this will numb your thyroid. In my dream mind, it made all sorts of sense because my ears connect to my throat and somehow the liquid would penetrate my tissues. I nod in understanding and she leaves, no doubt to let the medicament do its thing. Since the whole place was open bay, everyone could see everyone else. I tried to see what was going on while trying to be a good patient, but given that I was behind the big fireplace, I had no clue. However, I did work out that it seemed the whole place was split up like a restaurant where, in this case, it was 1 doctor to 2 examination table/beds. If you counted them, though, they seemed to be short-staffed. It had been plenty of time for the numbing drops to work and I was concerned that I would burn through the anesthetic too quickly, so I tried to get the doctor’s attention, but that commotion seemed to be an emergency, so I just sat back down and waited some more. It wasn’t like I had anywhere to go and I didn’t seem to be dying either. Well, after a bit of time, a male doctor in blue scrubs came up to me. It appeared that he was taking over for my initial doc. He seemed fit, young, with reddish brown hair and a neat full-beard (…same guy as in the last recorded dream?? This guy seemed slimmer and shorter) and a little bit unkempt. Extremely friendly, though, he moved liked he knew what he was doing, so I let him. Indeed, it seemed he was doing a full examination (was I in an ER???). At that point I didn’t seem to care much about anyone around me. His movements were quick and precise. Suddenly, he got on top of the table, straddled atop me, and started humping me, still clothed. I was taken way aback, but my body responded to my embarrassment and I gripped his butt with each thrust, trying desperately to control my breathing and voice. While he was doing this, I could lightly sense him touching my head all around, and pretty much figured out what he was doing: trying to distract me while examining a different place so that he could get an accurate exam without my “helpful” interference. When he was done, he stopped, and sat back, still astride me, with a very apologetic yet amused expression on his face, no doubt regarding my “encouraging” hands. My mind was still in a surprised and embarrassed haze at this point as he explained, people–women–think I’m hitting on them, but it’s the best way to…blah blah something. It was hard to focus given what just happened. He then thrust his ear in front of my mouth and told me to breathe. Then just breathe with my nose. He must have put some aromatic oil on his ear because it smelled good and I was terribly concerned that I hadn’t brushed my teeth well with him so close to my face. Plus, it was so VERY hard to control my breathing. That’s when I realized he didn’t have a stethoscope. My breathing was labored…I hoped it wouldn’t effect his diagnosis His next move was to check my pulse on my chest and I was excited yet worried about what his next surprising move would be: put his head on my chest? or pull up my shirt and put his head on my chest?? But alas–

–next dream. It was a work dream. The office was in a different place–a bigger place, but much older it seemed. There were actual rooms that worked as operatories with doors, except the doors were made of thick metal…I think the place used to be a prison. Dim lighting again. Each of the rooms had windows, but they were barred. The reception area was doored off from the rest, but the desk was absolutely massive. The waiting room was closed off from that area too and filled with patients lining each wall in the chairs, waiting. I was in the bathroom and came out to find that my patients were seated in my op already. An older couple whose names did not match at all what they looked like. I treat them both and go off to get the doctor for an exam. She happened to be reaching into a refrigerated display like in grocery stores to take out a couple packets of unleavened bread wafers. I tell her what’s going on and inform her that the patient wishes to come back for a 3 hour block to get everything done that needs to be done. She says “ok” and I wa der off to wait for her to go see them. I head back to tell them she’s coming and notice that my dumb coworker just brought back her patients and roll my eyes as she closes the door to her room. I tuck that into the back of my mind to gossip with my other coworker later. Then I head out to the reception area to see what another coworker is up to and she’s lamenting about how the piles of paperwork on her desk will take weeks, no, months to go through! I check the schedule and she gives me this look when I ask who “Queen of the year (something to that effect)” is. Uh oh. High maintenance patient. Great. I’m in no mood to deal with this. So I finally get her back and its dark outside now. The patient has been rather impatient but I can’t help that if my doctor is always behind. The first thing I ask her is what is her real name. She smiles at me, obviously not about to give up her secrets, and makes up some other ridiculous “name.” I then ask her for her license because we can’t treat her and submit to insurance without her real name. She just smiles again and I continue, asking if she drives. She does, so may we have her license. She looks about to launch into some self-entitled tirade so I book it to tell my doctor.

Then I wake up.

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Dog, dental

I was at work looking through the x-rays of a patient that is not particularly liked as a patient in our practice. I guess every time she came in she’d have a PANX taken so you could flip through all the images and see the massive deterioration. My coworkers and I were looking through and the doctor called over and said is that the L-Jaw Patient? We all though it was the most absolute hilarious thing ever…L-Jaw…apparently so named because she only had sextant 2, 5 and 6 remaining, but as you kept going forward those teeth would just break off, even the implants and now all she has are the sextants 2 and 5. She’s scheduled to come in again and we assume now she’s missing one of those too.

Then I’m working on a patient. Turns out, it’s my dog. He’s laying there on his side on the dental chair/table/thing, being a good boy and I get the bright idea that he’s being so good, let’s try to get an xray of his teeth! Our sensors are smaller than it should be for his mouth, but it’s OK, let’s try. I’m going to have to hold his mouth which means I can’t leave the room, so I pick up our lead vest and have the hardest time trying to get it on one-handed. I’d asked my doctor to help me, but she just came in, looked at me, asked what crazy thing I was going to do and then left. My coworkers were much more interested in helping because, well, dooog. Hello. So I’m fitting the PA XCP in there (why not the BW? Bc I’m too lazy to get it) to do a test image, he’s being a good boy, though he doesn’t like it of course, and then I say, hit the button. They do and we get through 3 of them before one of my coworkers mentions that it’s not taking the image. Oh man. Somehow the program messed itself up and I’m like dangit we don’t have much time before my boy starts acting up. I try to reach over and fix it and then, boom, I wake up, because the real boy is making a racket wanting to go on his walk about an hour before I’m scheduled to wake up.

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Work, school, trolley from a dirt pile

I was at work and the 3 hygienists had patients at 10. There was only one doctor and the patients all pretty much looked alike. As I was going through them and reading histories and what we needed to do, the other 2 went and got their patients, but then one was switched on me at the last moment. Her name appeared on my computer screen (the name of one of the car service team ladies at the dealer) and apparently she had not arrived yet. My doctor arrived and started asking what was going on with the patients. I showed him my radiographs and was convinced that I would be able to update the PAs of her eye sockets in the posterior maxilla, except that she wasn’t there and looked to be a no-show. Seeing as how I was not busy, he asked someone to come help him with bringing a large letter decoration down from the attic. I volunteered myself since I didn’t have anything to do and I was taller and stronger than my other co-worker, and she couldn’t argue because it was true. Victorious, I ran down the hall after him. He no longer looked anything like my boss at this point, but a very good-looking, younger man just a bit older than me…and very much single. I helped him carry down the massive letter “A” about 5′ x 4′ in dimension. We made it to what I thought was a massive cargo elevator, and it opened up. He then carried it in on his own and I came after to make sure he didn’t need help, but then the door closed behind us. The elevator itself didn’t much look like an elevator at all, but more like a command center hidden in the wall with giant blast doors and an escape hatch in the back up some metal stairs. There were 2 large lines of rugged computers facing the doors of the “elevator” which doubled as huge screens. Some alarms started going off and we were trapped inside. I didn’t know what was going on, but I suspected a trap and started taking off all of my clothes–we were both wearing suits provided to us by our agency and they were fitted with all sorts of special tech, especially the large belt. I stripped off everything except my underwear in a panic that we had been betrayed and somehow our suits would harm us. My partner was just standing there, completely nonplussed, so I ran over and started ripping off his shirt for him. When I started undoing his belt to yank it and his pants off, he just laughed and told me to relax because there was no danger. I stopped and looked up at him, rippling bare torso, handsome, rugged face and his belt undone and pants halfway down. I was just wearing panties and a bewildered expression, while he was smiling seductively. My brain froze as he approached me…and–

–next dream. Some stuff happened while on a trip and I came upon the shore of a river where there was a massive pile of dirt with construction vehicles rolling all around it. Apparently it was an “anything goes” location and the public was encouraged to come see what they could salvage. Two Italian brothers emerged with their treasures, an old world trolley still in almost mint condition and I forget what the other one was (not a vehicle, but a large item…maybe a weapon?). They made fun of each other’s findings, and I moved closer to look at the trolley. It was completely devoid of seats with a few columns inside to hold onto. No doors to speak of except for the driver’s cab, open on both sides with a thin metal rail (I guess you had to climb in yourself). Suddenly I appeared inside along with a bunch of strangers and we were heading home from this trip. Given that there were no seats, I tried to stand and hold on to the column, while others smartly sat all around the outside perimeter against the walls. We’re driving along, I’m trying to maintain my balance when the vehicle brakes hard several times and I fall, sliding to the front and into a bunch of people. Everyone slides to the front creating a huge pile of bodies. I get to my destination and my trip has been wonderful. Myself and a bunch of my teenager group (I guess I was chaperoning a youth group) walk through their neighborhood proudly past the resident gangs and to a shopping center. The storeowner is my friend as I frequent her establishment. She asks me how the trip went and I beamed at her, indicating the well-behaved youth. Success! She is very happy for me and I ask where the dog/cat in the store was, while looking through her wares. She gets busy with customers and I’ll return that night to go hang out with her.

But now I’m at a school with some teenagers. A high school. They’re playing basketball and the facility reminds me more of a jail than a school. They’re a good group of kids, though, and I go inside because it starts snowing. We’re waiting on the new gym teacher to show up because the school can’t seem to hang onto good teachers (bad town I guess). One from my group of boys is walking down the dark hall (conserving energy) as I stand there and in bursts the new teacher. A black man who walks purposefully down the hall and smack into my teenager. I tell him the switch is on the wall and he meets the kids. They all go out to meet with the crew and later the teacher comes in to talk to me and he says, is it true that the shortest white boy, that “scrawny whitey” is the bully of the group? I confirm that this is the case. He is incredulous. And we all start eating cereal with milk as a group.

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Co-Worker, food, TV, Pokemon, cake

2 nights worth.

I was driving down a road, busy with other cars. My car turned into a bike and it was a 2 lane road. We were all commuting to work. I decided to go too fast down a windy, hilly portion and managed to crash my bike into the person beside me, who just so happened to be my co-worker. I was like, oh man, that wasn’t supposed to happen, and she was berating me about being too reckless. I said, I’m supposed to be able to pull off moves like that because of the special tires on my bike (they looked like bike versions of my light off-road tires on my car), but apparently not. The rest of the way ended up being walking and all of the sudden there was a massive traffic/walking jam. I try to look around the sea of bodies standing in line on the 2 lane road and I see that there’s a stop point. As we get closer, the stop point is where you were supposed to donate any food you had to those less fortunate. Considering it was a donation, that was a very aggressive campaign. I had a bag of food with me and I ended up giving away everything in it. I watched as the ladies sitting at the table sorted through the food and kept the good ones for themselves. But I was free to go now, being the good citizen I was. I wandered around the building behind the table which looked like a big college campus (I think this was my work place?) I remember being extremely self conscious because everyone was white, and they kept giving me that look as they passed by, that “ew wat are you doing here non-white person.” I was used to that treatment and wandered on as confidently as I could. There was a stage show, a talent show, where I watched very amateur people try to pass off talent. Then I appeared on top of a building where I watched as those who had donated food were made to wear Japanese bunny maid suits and set on this large river and waterfall.

I’m at my old house, the one I grew up in. I’d recently had new cable and internet installed at my place and it was a good experience. This house was to have the same company do it. My dad was there and he was being an absolute jerk on the phone and to my family around him. I didn’t want anything to do with it, so when the lady that had done it for me came, I told her that my dad was upstairs (she remembered me) and that I wasn’t going to go up there. I’d be downstairs if she needed me, but good LUCK with that. She’d been on the phone with him and gave me a wry smile before venturing upstairs. Not my problem.

I was driving around a wooded and quiet neighborhood, looking for Pokemon. My map indicator would show which ones I hadn’t caught yet and weren’t in my Pokedex, but I had the vast majority already. It would also indicate hidden items, but I was a veteran and had plenty. I did manage to get into a group fight with 8 other Pokémon, my single one being a Pikachu, but the Geodude used Magnitude (12!!) and not only wiped out the other Pokémon but also my Pikachu that was easily 8 levels above everyone else. Darn low defense Pikachu. I reach my destination in a house with 3 other guys and they come up with this great idea about making a cake. What a great idea! I’m not good at making cakes, but decorating one would be awesome. They crack jokes the whole time (I had just watched Whose Line is it Anyway before sleeping), and soon the cake comes out and we start decorating. To my discomfort, they start decorating with breasts, nipples, and penises. I’m standing there watching them as they’re so happy and excited and turned on by making this cake for their party which more than likely was going to be THAT kind of party. I go along with it, attaching a penis that was way too long and start drooping on the stick, and trying to make the parts more anatomically correct (men…). When they are finished it looks like a ball sex monster with weird projections. They turn it over to this other person who returns with some VERY detailed and accurate revisions to the pieces. Everyone is clapping and cheering and hugging on each other and the party is about to start. I’m stuck with no ride home, and then…I wake up.

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