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Neighbor, facility game, house, realtor, cereal, work

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.


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Work, teeth, closet, buying a house

I was at work and it was dark like the lights weren’t working. I had a patient that is also a physician. I was trying to take x-rays on him. The doctor walked in to do an exam. He was missing a lot of teeth and was saying that one of his lower molars was hurting and he was worried about a bump on his gum near a wisdom tooth. I was hanging around outside of the room. It was cold and looked like it was snowing or about to snow outside. She was talking to him and I was zoning out. Suddenly, people exclaimed and I looked up to see that it was snowing! Yay! Very exciting. I go back into my room and find that they had ended up extracting most of his teeth had them all laid out on the counter. The doctor was sorting them or something. I had no idea what she was doing, but she’s the doc. The patient was getting bored and he looked at his teeth and tried to stick on back into the socket. The doctor also ended up removing the top layer of skin on the patient’s palm, and I was freaking out because it was gross, but the doctor told me somewhat sternly, that’s what *something* is like, basically implying that if I was interested in being a doctor that I need to get used to stuff like that. I floundered, trying to defend myself, but suddenly started paying more attention and trying not to be grossed out.

Then I was getting ready to move into a house. It was already bought, but the old owners hadn’t moved out just yet. They’d be doing so soon. I was going through all the closets and rooms, looking to see how I’d be using the space. My sister was there too. The previous daughter had some great interests and had awesome stuff like well worn stuffed Pikachus amongst other things. I moved all of their old linens and toys into one closet and started putting my own stuff in the closet. I was super excited about all this!

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I went to a strange mansion and I forgot my nightguard so I asked my family to bring me one. They did and then stuff happened about a stereo system and then I clenched so hard my nightguard broke to pieces in my mouth. I spit out all the pieces and realized it was a huge guard that covered the front half of the roof of my mouth almost like a full upper denture. Then I realized I couldn’t get the biggest piece which was stuck behind my front teeth out so I pried and pried until it came out but with it came 6 black screws. Wow, I hadn’t realized I was wearing a permanent screw retained nightguard!!! I did wonder why the screws were so shallow but the bigger question was when was it screwed into my mouth to begin with?

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Work, Cousin, DAT, Hospital, video game

I was in a hospital setting, working. I’m not sure in exactly what capacity I was doing so, but there I was. I walked by a room where an older Indian woman was working on a patient. Someone told me that she was in dental school at the time. I was amazed! Later, I saw her in the glass-enclosed lab section of the hospital (in the center of the way with the operatories around it) and stopped by to ask her if she was indeed in dental school. She said yes, so I excitedly asked her about the DATs and how well she did on them. She just smiled at me. I told her that I wanted to take them too so that I could get into dental school, but not for a few years yet. That’s when I hopped onto a nearby computer to look up a mock DAT test to see if I could do it.

That’s when I ended up in a video game. My mom was there along with a bunch of older women around her age. It was a platformer/side scroller along the lines of Mario and Yoshi yarn games. One part saw me playing on a touchscreen, using a power that can freeze time and decide what order the character jumps on the bouncers in order to get gems (like Keen). Then after that part I had to swing across some vines physically. It wasn’t a very deep pit, but I didn’t want to fail. I grabbed some green vines and swung across, then I had to go back because you had to do a certain number of passes. On the way back and forth, my arms were getting tired, but I was amazed that I managed it. I skipped vines and landed on the next part which was a huge dinner table with Thanksgiving food on it. Something about jelly and jam.

Now I’m back in the hospital. My sister ran into the room to tell me that my cousin gave birth but the baby is dying. I decide to go visit my cousin, but expect the worst. I go into her room and am astounded to see that her baby is sitting in a large clear vase-like object filled with a murky water. With her permission, I take a closer look (I must be some sort of official hospital staff) at the baby. It’s supposed to be 3 months too early, but there’s something terribly wrong with it. My cousin looks very hopeful, but knows that it’s chances are very slim. I’m appalled that the baby’s growth is jacked up. Not only does she have all of her primary teeth already, but it seems that she has pubic hair. Beyond that, she had dark, black hair on the bottoms of her feet and palms of her hand. I touch them and they are HARD, not soft. I look up at my cousin and she says that she thinks the hair is cute. My cousin wants to cry and I’m depressed, but I tell her what she already knows which is that the baby has a strange disorder that is making it grow too rapidly. It will live through it’s life before it becomes full-term.

Then it’s to work I go. The schedule gets a ton of holes in it and I’m super happy until they fill it. I try to look through all the notes, but every single note is confusing because they look like mine but are actually all temp notes that have copied my notes. Now I only have 20 minutes to work on the patient now, so I go out to get her (“Miss Amber”) just thankful that she’s easy. There are too many people in my room, though. I do my best to work quickly, but I’m cutting up her gums something awful. The patient doesn’t complain at all, instead she is very thankful we could get her in. They start messing with the schedule again and it’s so freaking dark in the office!

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I was in the extra room at work. My patient was a teenager with braces. She was nervous, so I tried my best to make her not nervous. It was hard, though, because I was seated at the foot of the chair instead of behind her. My back was killing me and I was trying hard not to let it show. I remember wondering why it was so hard to do a good job. Because of the weird access, I kept slicing her gums which were a bit inflamed to begin with, but she was trying to be super helpful and kept trying to move her head closer so I wouldn’t have to strain so much.

After she was done, I started etching names of people on the overhead thing because I was bored of waiting and THEN I realized that you couldn’t erase it! I figured I’d just go away and maybe no one would notice. Then I was hanging around in the back, waiting. There was some sort of weird thing going on. The female doc was freaking out about something. The male doc was sorting through jewelry and even picked a necklace up with his mouth. I laughed out loud thinking he was trying to be funny, but he shot me a serious look. I shut up and ventured over to my normal room where finally the female doc was in there checking the patient. As I walked up, I saw her straddling the patient, like sitting on her torso, checking inside her mouth. I was like, HUH? I guess it wasn’t comfortable, so the doc got off and settled on the floor near the foot of the chair, just like I had been doing earlier. I thought to myself that it would be hard to do an exam like that, but I had been doing the same earlier!

Then I woke up and my back hurt because I was twisting strangely.

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Work, bathroom, houses

There was a part about traveling in a group to a wild place. I climbed my way up to the top of the cliff where I found a wild-woman who wasn’t wearing much in the way of clothing. When I turned to look down, the rest of the group were almost little specks and doing some sort of dance? martial art? It was just me, naked lady, and another person. I stood there, enjoying the scene and knowing that the wild lady was performing some dancing ritual. Then it was time to go back.

I was in a large office where I was supposed to be working/temping. I don’t know if it was a new job or what, but it was huge and I’d never been there before. The waiting room was the size of a busy hospital’s. I saw this patient who then started demanding a goody bag. I initially ignored her, but then during the exam, I was told to go get her stuff. I didn’t know where anything was, but she followed me until I found some. Floss, check, other thing, check, but when it came to the toothbrush, I just stood there staring at the pile in the wall-wire-basket. I hated those toothbrushes. I explained to the doctor who was now standing there, that the reason I hate giving out free brushes like that is because most of the time I don’t even recommend those toothbrushes. The doctor nodded and agreed, but I snagged one and gave it to the patient anyways. Then I made my way over to a large, interior, windowed room. Inside was my next patient. The assistant was hanging around and told me the situation. I looked at the x-rays on the screen and laughed derisively at the assistant. Then I started passive aggressively berating them about the quality of the image, because how in the world did they get that to begin with?? (I guess I was the doctor now). I asked the patient which tooth was in question and they pointed to the tooth the image showed. I sighed and asked the assistant for the device so that I could take it this time. How in the world did they get an image of the tooth with the cone beam at the apex, I have no idea. It was a premolar from the view of the mental foramen.

Then I was part of a dormitory. People from my current workplace and prior classmates where there. I was in the bathroom, groggy and wanting to get ready for work. It’s late but the dorm is still lively with girls being loud. I look at myself in the mirror, trying to wash my face, but then S2 from work asks if she can put some stuff on my face. I say, “ok,” though a bit defeated and she proceeds to put hair melting liquid all over my face, a bit judgmentally.  I tell her repeatedly that it doesn’t matter what she does, the hair’s just going to grow back. She ignores me and continues and I’m  more awake now so I see her point: I don’t know how, but I have these longish dark hairs all over my face. HOW?? Other girls are lining up with makeup to give me a makeover, I guess? I kind of like the attention, but I hate makeup and resolve to wash it off as soon as possible.

Then there was some drama from the other half of my class. The house I’m in is very and wildly successful in all we do. Our grades are good, the projects great, we’re strong fighters and everyone’s happy. One girl from the other half in a different dorm comes up to me and invites me over. She says she’s so jealous of our group. I told her I didn’t even know they were in a different group so far away. Their house, indeed, isn’t as nice as ours. The ground is different, the layout is less intuitive. When I get there, everyone’s morose and depressed. We all gather at the pier outside the home because a battle is about to start. The monsters that gather are easy, and I see the stealth bombers above preparing to provide fire at our command. At least…they’re easy for MY group. This group is just standing around. One of the scouting monsters appears near us and I take my violin bow and whack it hard. It breaks and dies. The classmates around me are surprised and elated that I killed one! The bigger ones starts showing up and we begin to take damage. We’re not doing very well and I about break my violin bow on the big monster that appears. I’m about to strategize, when–

–now I’m at work. I set my patient up in my room and I need x-rays, so I leave the room, but decide that I need to use the bathroom. I walk down the hall to the bathroom nearby and I run into my boss who is holding a camera. She smiles and greets me and takes a picture. I’m embarrassed because I’m not wearing any pants. She says I’m looking good and…pantless. I laugh and quickly run into the bathroom. As I prepare to sit down on the toilet, I look up and she’s in the doorway, sniggering again. I inwardly kick myself for not closing the door. Then I ask her to close the door for me and now I realize I’m completely naked. Geez. When I make it back to my patient, I’m trying to untangle the massive jungle of knots in the sensor and failing miserably.

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Teeth and work

I went to my workplace to have my teeth looked at because I was having tooth pain. Instead of the usual people, I got a new guy, so I proceeded to tell him what to do. It was a lower right premolar that I suspected had a cavity. He confirmed this and I instructed him to take an X-ray of it too. Then he found another one! I was like, huh? It was one above it, so I told him to take another image. Then I looked in the mirror myself and found that I had managed to break 2 premolars. They were not broken to pieces, but more split in 3. The x-rays came back looking awful and I had a huge abscess in the lower tooth. The doctor that came to look at me, I did not recognize. He was older, slower, but seemed very capable and very chill. He told me I needed to come back another day to do it, even though it didn’t seem busy at all. It was almost like he wanted to go home. I looked at the time and it was only 1pm. Nevertheless, he was the doctor and I was the patient, so I said, ok and considered making an appointment for 2 crowns and RCT. That’s when I decided to go seek out my bosses. I no longer worked there, I guess. Just a patient, and it must have been a few years hence the new faces. I first met with Dr. S and told him what happened. He scowled and mumbled about how the new doctor always goes home early even though he should be seeing more patients. I moved on and found Dr. V in her office. When she saw me she seemed a bit irritated (or perhaps mad? sad?) and I exclaimed, “You’re going to be so mad at me!” She shot me an annoyed look and I explained that I managed to break 2 teeth despite wearing a nightguard and now needed 2 crowns and RCT. That changed her expression to concern and I said Dr. So-and-so was going to do it. Her eyebrows shot up and she pulled up the schedule. I took that as a bad sign and asked if perhaps I should try to schedule with one of them instead?

I don’t know what happened after that because other dreams happened and now I’m at work again, but working this time. Some stuff about the Quip toothbrush, lots of patients and then ended up with a crowd of Asian people blocking the interstate as they surrounded some elder women. I seemed to be familiar with them, but then I was on the road again to my vacation destination somewhere.

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Work, school

Something about getting ready to move, and I needed to really get the rest of the stuff out of the house because it’s time, but when I went to the house to get the last of the stuff, I found that it’s a LOT more than I originally thought and now I only have one night to get rid of it all.

I was at home and had just received some interesting dental stuff in the mail. There was a big catalog, a powered, cordless handpiece and an Oral-B rechargeable toothbrush. My family and I were playing with them and I couldn’t figure out what the cordless handpiece was. I’d thought it was a toothbrush or a polisher. Turns out it was a dental tool to dispense 2 composites at once, similar to how epoxy works.

Then I went to work. We had some downtime in the unfamiliar office layout, so I was showing my coworker the fun tools I’d gotten. My boss comes up to us and asks what we’re doing and I happily give him the cordless handpiece, cheerfully asking if he knows what it is. He nods and says something garbled and I’m amazed that he knows because I had no idea! I tell him that they can have it because I got it for free. He takes it and my coworker and I go down to the hygiene side where there is a large open area. I show her the oral-B toothbrush and everything that came with it which is a 2-layer robe-like vestment similar to a gambeson and tunic except much thinner (apparently you were expected to wear it when you brush your teeth?). She asks if I’m going to give a patient the Oral-B stuff and I shrug and say yes because why would I keep it? Suddenly the doctors’ extended family including cousins and such start parading through. We weren’t surprised because we were warned beforehand. My coworker and I ignore them. She finds a girly apron in my stuff and puts it on, curtseying and stuff. I laugh and say that my mom made it for me.

It’s time to get to work and get our patients back. I check the computer and am totally confused as to how to read the schedule. It’s not like any I’ve ever encountered. It looks a bit like the menu list from Ghost Recon complete with pictures. My schedule keeps changing too because the original patient didn’t come and then another came and then it got switched around. The office is no longer a private office. It’s one huge, busy school. It’s getting really late, so I say screw it and go out to get John Sobokitsu. The waiting room is extremely crowded and extremely loud and something is wrong with my voice. At first I yell for John, but no one got up. Just when one person decided to stand up, I yelled the last name and he sat back down because it wasn’t him. No one else got up and I suspected it got changed on me again. I go up to the nearest desk and look at the schedule. It did change and I still have no idea how to read the schedule. I ask the unfamiliar girl at that desk for help and she tells me my patient is the first column. I believe her because I’m new here. So I go call the patient who gets up immediately. Still suspicious, I ask if she’s here for a cleaning and she said no, she’s here about her elderly parent to check on them. I’m exasperated now and go to a different desk. The guy there is more helpful and tells me my patient is John Garcia. He even calls the patient for me who is the guy who initially got up. The patient is a little annoyed and I am irritated, because now I have, what, 15 minutes?

I lead him to the back and for the life of me I DO NOT KNOW WHERE I AM. I am lost. I have no CLUE where the hygiene rooms are. I recognize no one. I lead the patient past eateries, the cafeteria, a sauna, past many other places an institution has…how the heck big is this school? We walk and walk and keep walking and I’m getting more and more angry and panicky. Seeing a dental student in one room, I open the door next to it and tell the patient we’re going in there and he says he doesn’t want to because now he has to use the restroom. I’m running out of time and still have more patients, so I more forcefully tell him there’s a bathroom in there which there is except the room is also totally wet because it has a shower, a bath, a toilet and a dental chair right in the middle of it all. Someone had left all the water on, so I turn it off. He’s still peering in and I’m running through my mind ways to force him into the place so I can get the cleaning over with quickly when–

–I wake up.

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House, neighborhood, family, girl, work

I was walking through a neighborhood to my grandma’s house. It was a very old neighborhood with smaller, quaint homes, similar to the neighborhood I grew up in. When I got to her house, I found my mom and sister discussing something. Looking around, I noticed that every single home had taped to them large signs apparently from the HOA. Along with the signs were large plastic zip bags with stuff in them. It looked like the HOA was trying to get the homes compliant…and honestly, they were right to do so. Initially I was confused because I was pretty sure my grandma’s neighborhood only had a civic association. Perhaps they were trying to clean the place up. I started walking around some more, taking in the homes and someone was with me. I explained to them that I agree with the HOA because, man, the homes needed a good push. Some properties were very well maintained, but many of them were falling apart, had grass up to your waist and other issues. I was also speculating about why the HOA was hitting this part so hard, especially since that area was very rich. Sidewalks vs. non.

Then I was inside of one of the small homes. My home. The living room was very small, but I didn’t care because it was mine. My brother was there and I’d just come home so I called out to Gable to come to me as I sat down on the couch. He ran over, but Liana came rushing over too, right to me. I remember being surprised and almost horrified. In my head I kept telling myself she was just an apparition, a wish, a memory, BUT she was solid. I touched her, hugged her, all the while in disbelief. I kept asking my brother is she was real and he just shrugged. She was solid. Eventually I allowed myself a little happiness despite still trying to work through it all. I got up to start dinner. Gable went in first and I herded Liana that way too, but as she was passing between the TV stand and the couch, she decided to lift her leg on the TV stand. I yelled a, “NO!” She stopped and kept moving but then decided she wanted to poop. Exasperated because it seemed like I was going to be unable to stop her, I scooped her up, held her upside down and marched with her into the kitchen. She managed to squeeze out 3 tiny poops before I stuck her bottom under the sink faucet. All I remember is she weighed nothing, though she was warm and furry in my hands. And very much alive.

I’m at work and I was to see a mom and her kid. I went to sit the kid in the chair, but mom decided she wanted to go first. The older son decided to sit on a chair in front of my computer while the younger son (my patient) ran off towards the window. I hadn’t realized he was so YOUNG, but hey, I’m already seeing a patient, so let’s just do it. I asked him if he wanted to be hefted up into the chair with his mom and he said yes, so I tried to pick him up to help, but I couldn’t squeeze my fat body between mom and the other son, so I didn’t. Then I proceeded to clean mom’s teeth. When she opened, her molars were JAMMED with Skittles! Smashed skittles, mush Skittles, whole Skittles, you name it all clogging up her occlusals. I was trying to figure out the best way to remove them when she suddenly asked for the suction. I confusedly gave her the small suction and she said, “No, the big one.” I don’t keep a tip on it, so I turned it on and held it out for her. She then proceeded to spit the Skittles in her mouth out one by one like watermelon seeds into it. I stood there holding the suction like, uuuhhhhhh, and wondering how clogged it was going to make the unit. It was taking a while despite me trying to go as fast as possible (I usually try to do the kids first because they get bored) and the kid kept complaining about why it wasn’t his turn. Finally, I just kicked mom out of the chair and had the kid sit in it. I asked my coworker to do me a favor and get me another instrument kit and she did, but begrudgingly, giving me a face. I’d have to deal with that later. Mom starting giving me a hard time about him not being able to finish some story about teeth in the  waiting room and he kept saying he wanted to know what happened! I tell them they can always read it on the way out. So then I get him to open up to start and am appalled by what I see. His little mouth was full of crowns, bridges and implants. To his credit, he was an amazing 5 year old in the chair, but then again, given how many restorations were in his mouth, it wasn’t all that surprising either. I picked around a bit, pulling what seemed like cottage cheese curds from under the bridges and then finished with that, I pronounced him done and was about to set off to find the dentist. A panoramic had shown up on my screen, showing his teeth and the kid basically just had 4 implants supporting all the bridges in the maxilla. Having walked away already, I realized that I hadn’t polished his teeth yet. NO one had complained until the doctor came into the room and he demanded that I do it. Since the family was no longer sitting in the operatory but was instead walking around inside a Kmart clothes section, I started chasing the kid around with a toothbrush and an unplugged suction, the hose trailing on the ground. I laughed at the absurdity in the dream, thinking about how nightmarish this all was.

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Boss, school, friend

I was in school. But this school was strange because it was mostly held outside in classes open to the elements. There was one the class needed to migrate to and I was one of the first people there, but the landowner of the nearby property was causing havoc because he/she refused to allow us there even though it was a clearly demarcated school area. Old person. I think a few classmates and I took it into our own hands and did something with a red liquid resembling blood. We were waiting for the class to convene there, so I was eating my lunch sandwich. There seemed to be a delay, so I started wandering around and looking at things. I found an old/ancient elevator car, showing how old this dental school was. In the back of it was an inscription. The whole car looked to be made of cast iron. Then I had a flashback/history lesson that only I was experiencing. It showed 4 young men laughing and having a good time in the elevator car, and the narration explained that in those times, it was wholly acceptable, nay, expected that the male dentists would pair off and marry each other. It was a separate marriage than the ones they held with their existing wives. I was like, uhhhhh, and then it came back to reality. I walked back to the class area and explained the history to my few friends, but no one seemed all that interested.

We had that class, and then we moved to the next area which was inside a building. The class settled in the cafeteria-like classroom. It was taking so long for the teacher to show up, so I went into the room next door to find out what was going on. It looked like a very opulent and spacious bathroom. When I turned around there was the teacher. He was a big black man and right then had a white bath towel draped around himself. He announced his arrival and said we’d have to wait a bit because he just woke up and needed a shower. I’m still inside the bathroom with no doors and he introduced me to the assistant, a short, chubby woman who was overseeing the program ran smoothly. I ducked out quickly, but they never did close the door and I decided to wander in since the lady never left either. My classmates were waiting patiently in the classroom and I don’t know why I felt so nosy, but I went back into the bathroom where the assistant was now in a robe, brushing her hair in the mirror. The teacher was now only wearing the towel.

Now we’ve moved to yet another classroom, also indoors, a traditional classroom this time. One of my friends is there but she did not want to sit near me, which is cool because why do we have to? Then after some slides were shown, we were to get up and outside to learn a practical/clinical lesson. The class spread apart in the open area and since the normal groups paired off with each other, I moved to the back of the space where one very tall, large girl was standing by herself. Two other classmates followed me and the single girl breathed a sigh of relief and said that she was glad someone wanted to hang/talk with her.

Stuff happened, and now I’m sitting on a bench with my boss and coworker. His wife suddenly leans in and whispers loudly to him that she thinks we should create this awesome story! I chime in and say, yeah we should make an epic! And it should rhyme! We’re getting hyped about it and suddenly my boss has hair. I reach up to touch it and point it out to him and he bats my hand away laughing.

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