Life as normal, except that I lived in an apartment or housing similar to an apartment where families lived in a building, but the homes spanned large blocks of area. I went somewhere, maybe walking the dog, and waved to my neighbor’s daughter who I assumed was visiting, but she might have moved back for a little with this whole pandemic, world apocalypse thing going on. While I was shopping in a wholesale store, one of my family members contacted me and told me that the neighbor I waved to earlier was sick, that she liked me, and really wanted me to come visit. They made it sound like she was on her death bed or something. While I was very concerned for her, I was nervous because, well, she was sick, assuming with COVID-19. In my mind, I kept playing through what I should do when I get home: stand in the doorway and say hi, wear a mask, stand sideways maybe to reduce airflow right in my face. Well I never got a chance to actually do it.
Because I was all over this futuristic world. Similar to Mass Effect on the arks. Except that I was the weird one out and it was video gamey. I was supposed to be finishing my quest but I was running out of time because I’d been taking too long. I reached a place where I wasn’t supposed to go yet. Diplomacy was rocky at best, and I knew I was supposed to repair that before I venture that far and would have to kill everyone, especially given my low level, but I was frustrated and wanted to. The game wouldn’t allow it, however, and kept shoving me away from that area. Darn. I’d thought that I’d found a cheat. Instead, I found a different side quest behind a parked truck after hitting the switch I hadn’t been able to find. Unfortunately, I’d not be able to finish that quest yet because I wasn’t far enough in the game. Sigh. Tack it on to the quest list, there.
Then I was in my house, except I don’t recognize it at all. I must have just bought it and moved my family in, though. It’s a single family, detached home with a screened in porch, hardwood floors, a garage and driveway. Lots of trees. Everything was great and my mom was still fussing over the inside of the house. My realtor shows up all of the sudden and starts taking furniture from the enclosed porch/driveway/garage. I’m confused and she kindly reminded me that I’d mentioned I didn’t want that furniture as it came with the house and I wanted to buy my own. Part of me regretted telling her that, but I had no choice. I guess I’d promised them to her already. She had people in her car who wanted to tour the house, not necessarily to buy, but to just tour it and look for a similar one. She drove a Kia Soul with a huge cargo space. I started begrudgingly helping her and trying to convince myself that it was better not to have so many things, but I’d stopped believing that as much in the more recent times. She couldn’t fit everything or didn’t want to with all the people in there too. My brother came in to help and quickly started to remove SD cards from some of the furniture, wiping their memories. Wow. I’d completely forgotten about that. Right before they all left, I walked up my realtor while chewing on a banana, and floundered my way through trying to tell her that if she ever needed me to help her heft anything in the future, to just let me know. She fixed me a strange look and reiterated what I’d just told her. I said, yes, I’ll help you on Saturdays when I’m off work. While she said, ok, she still gave me that, suuuuure, look. Then they left.
There were lots of cereal on the walls at that point and I didn’t recognize most of them, as if this was far into the future and I’d been living under a rock. I showed my brother a box of some berry flavored something and we tore it open to eat right then and there. Between the 2 of us we finished it within 5 minutes and then laughed.
Now I was at work. My coworker and I were waiting on the doctors to finish our exams. The doc sent my coworker to find occlusal tape. Coworker made a confused face, and I ran to help because I remember this (from prior dreams, apparently)…at least I think. I remember it being a black plastic piece with a tiny roll of blue tape on one side and a different gauge of white on the other. Well. I couldn’t find it. We opened doors and drawers and pawed through the mess inside and I had no idea, but I desperately wanted the doc to approve because she’d showed me this twice before. I could hear her thundering down the hall and I held up the closest thing to it. My doc shook her head, laughing in disbelief and trying to contain her impatience. I literally hung my head in shame. I couldn’t even remember from dream to dream where this one little device was.