Mosquito, dog, poop

I was walking with Gable and we were in a building. That’s when I saw a second Gable except that one was not only younger but bigger. The original Gable wandered off when I dropped the leash because Gable 2 had just pooped and then laid in it. I kept smacking #2 to get up. Finally he did and I asked him why in the world he lay in his own poop. Gable 2 explained that he thought I wanted him to. Unfazed by the fact that he could talk, I threw my hands up in the air in disbelief and then moved on to trying to clean up both the dog and the mess. That’s when my nephew walked up next to me. He picked up his shoe-less little foot and showed it to me. I asked if he’d stepped in the poop and he said, “yes.” Great. I called over to my mom that now the kid was involved too , then asked my nephew to back up a little. He did and stepped into the poop again.

Then I was in the kitchen of my house dealing with a new crisis. My sister had just to visit and told me that the giant mosquito on the counter had Malaria and followed her from where she’d just been on vacation. It was huge, like the size of my hand and you could see the designs on its wings and back. I’d trapped it with a wire basket which was too small for it, and I yelled for the other person in the kitchen to watch it while I scrambled for a bigger device. I slapped another, slightly bigger hand sieve over top just before it was able to squeeze out from between the wire. It didn’t like that, but continued to try and escape. The contraption jumped and wiggled, the mosquito was so strong. I dove for the cabinet to find something else, but just as I turned around, it knocked everything onto the floor. I whirled around, but to my relief, somehow I’d jammed the hand sieve down so hard it had clasped in with the bottom part. I grabbed a melamine colander which was heavy and would totally contain it, but someone else had come in and let the mosquito outside. NOOOOOO! I shouted, and the perpetrator asked me why I needed it. I explained about the malaria and how because it escaped, it would infect everyone! The reason I hadn’t killed it and wanted it alive was so that I could give it to the proper authorities to research and study and hopefully find a cure. I stomped over to a phone book to look for the number for the infectious disease people. My mom asked me what I was doing and I explained that I had to report this. She was worried and suggested we don’t otherwise we’d get into trouble. I’d found the paper and showed her the highlighted words detailing the obligation to report on pain of prosecution. Plus, it was the right thing to do. I found the email address and remembered that I’d done this before too with something else.

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.

Ugh.

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!

Disease

I can’t remember if I was in school or if it was a work thing or a summer class, but I’m with a group of people I’m not familiar with. We’re on a trip of sorts together along the lines of field trip, perhaps. We’d just learned about something and everyone’s paying attention to the instructor. Then we do something outside in a neighborhood/house area with grass, hot sunshine, picnic tables and umbrellas. We bond a bit as a group (kind of like an ice breaker) before we go into a building and sit around in the waiting room filling out paperwork. Along the way, a few of the students come down with something, manifesting as scabs on their faces. It was the thing we were just learning about. My head is itchy and I find out that my face is breaking out with 2 of the viruses we’d just covered. I make the mistake of picking at the one on my forehead because the instant I do, it spreads rapidly across my brow and down the side of my face. This is just awful. I finish my paperwork for the office and approach the desk to submit it. Everyone is very oblivious to the horrible thing spreading on my face. The lady cheerfully tells me to turn in the paperwork to guest services. I’m so scared about what’s going to happen to me. I can’t find the desk where I need to be and the lady laughs, rolling over to the other side of the desk because guest services is right there. I smile a bit because it’s funny, but I’m still terrified. This program I’m in is providing benefits to us which is why I’m so scared because I really need to remain in this group. They tell me that because of what’s happened to me, I need to go see a doctor before they allow me to continue and that I’m dismissed until it is done. The lady is still very kind as if this happens a lot, and says as long as you get a paper from the doctor outlining the treatment plan, then it’s enough and I can continue. I have never felt so much like a failure. I sag and trudge out of there, unable to meet the eyes of my group. Thankfully, the program provides health insurance, so I head over right away to the doctor. I’m afraid that they won’t have any openings this late, but they are able to squeeze me in. I sit in the crowded waiting room and wish and pray that it won’t be the same doctor I had last time. Turns out, I get an older lady, short with white/gray hair and glasses (who looks suspiciously like the patient I never found out what happened to). It’s like closing time and she sees me, still not horribly concerned about my face and tells me that they’re going to have to run some tests. I leave and then realize I forgot to get that piece of paper!! Turns out, as luck would have it, that she lives in the same housing complex as me and my mom, so I was able to talk to her and she told me to come to her workplace tomorrow and she’ll write it up. I ask her where she will be the next day and she says she’ll be in Miracle Mall. She says she wishes she could work at William and Mary, but noooo….

I go to sleep and wake up early and look up this location. I’m excited to find that it’s only 9 minutes away! I go the back roads and realize this is where my mom went with my sister just a few weeks ago. Yeah, I know the way. We get to the mall and cut through a store to go through the mall. It’s supposed to be 7am but the mall is just teeming with shoppers. There’s even a Han Solo and Chewbacca cosplay going on. We walk outside and come upon the place where I think it is. I’m confused, though, because it looks like a super old and super dingy café. I ask the girl about Nurse Dunn after poking my head around and she said she’d go find what happened to everyone. We take a seat on the wooden chairs at a table and wait. The place fills up with patients, mostly kids and their parents. I’m playing on my phone and waiting and waiting and waiting. The NP had told me that she wasn’t so busy that day and that she’d fit me in, but she completely forgot even though her schedule only had 2 patients. I needed to poop, so I decided to just go ahead and poop. Later, my mom complained that someone decided to poop on the ground and it was disgusting. I feigned exasperation, picked up and bag and picked up the poop like dog poop. I was STILL waiting. Right when I think my turn is coming up,

–I wake up.