I was sitting in the Cathedral at mass, when a girl who looks like someone I went to school with years ago starts talking loudly to a girl next to her, saying she thinks that she has an infection in her mouth. They go back and forth, and finally I talk (not whisper) to her and say, after mass, there are xray units here in the church. I know because I used to do dental screenings here when I was in school, and even get a dream flashback to when I was doing it. She says, why does a church have dental units, and I say, it’s because a lot of kids don’t have access to dental care, but still come to church, so they offer it as a program. After mass, I look in her mouth and there really is something wrong. Then all of the sudden I’m working with two other dental professionals on children coming through the screening process. A little black girl comes in and I look in her mouth to see bleeding and several other cavities. I’m not in charge of xray, so I ask later what the treatment plan is. The other guy shakes his head and says we need extraction and several things. I’ve really taken to this girl and go over to talk and make her feel comfortable, knowing full well, that once she leaves I won’t see her again, but I hope for the best.
Then I was at work and went out to get a patient. I’d forgotten who she was, but I knew there was something special about her case. She started telling me about trying to maintain the lower front area and suddenly I remembered. She was the one whose attached tissues there were not attached anymore and would balloon out. She was supposed to try and clear out the holes that made them do that, but they are hard to reach. Apparently they looked better than the last time, but I took the Cavitron and blasted it out anyways, making the tissues fly around, so to do my job, I had to push down while scaling in order to prevent the tissues from billowing around. It did not seem to hurt the patient, and I used a neato, cordless ultrasonic device that was new, even if it doesn’t make sense how it worked. Why we didn’t refer her to a specialist, I don’t know. But. Then all of that morphed into me working while being surrounded by dental hygiene students. In reality they were the class after us, but in my dream I was a veteran in the field and they were on their second year. They were talking about things and I was trying to clean my room (which wasn’t a room so much as a store aisle? I have no idea). I laughed and told them that good gravy, I don’t even know what they’re talking about anymore because I’ve been practicing and away from the “scientific and proper” terminology. Then I reminisced about being in their shoes too and thinking the same thing about my own faculty. Some were taking it in and other scoffed at my apparent stupidity like they would never make that mistake. I just smiled to myself and went about my knowing way.
I was then walking out with my coworker and right before I step outside, I get an advisory about a freak hurricane-like situation going on outside with wind and rain (interestingly it DID rain last night). I was like, uh oh, we’d better get going. She started going down the wooden stairs off this ridiculously steep cliff-like thing, and I decided to go the shortcut way and slid my way down the mud. I only sort of had to use my butt. We walk into the darkness to our cars (how far away is it??) and then there were a pack of dogs being trained to walk in a pack offleash. One of them wasn’t very well trained and was running ahead. I laughed, and she started walking with us and around us. Seeing that she was more interested in us than the pack, I decided to take the time to lead her back to the group. Gave her a little push on the tushie and she looked back at me before running off to where she was supposed to be.
We made our way to a city-like place and apparently I wasn’t going to make it home so we go into a hotel room that has been prepared for us. It was very futuristic, in a futuristic city altogether, and the hotel was heavily advertised for being extremely smart and safe. I walk in and see 3 males in there already. There were other modular rooms around it and apparently we were all going to stay there. I sat down with my friend (I don’t really know who it is anymore, just a friend) at the modern, plastic table, and the 3 guys, one of which was Asian and annoying were talking to me about the hotel and other things like my supposed mission. The other 3 would chime in, but the Asian guy was the primary. I got tired of listening and realized that I was wearing my sleeping clothes and therefore no bra which was awkward considering the three males and that I keep resting my boobs on the table, so I told him that I was going to go change my clothes really quickly in the bedroom right off to my left on the window-side. He was really upset that I would say that! I didn’t understand why he was so upset because I truly just wanted to change my clothes, and so despite his arguing, I went into the room anyways, glad to be away from his grating voice. The door was kind of neat, and locked behind me in my favor. The queen bed in there was unmade and messy. I wrinkled my nose when I realized I was meant to sleep in the bed and share it with someone else. There was a row of 4 windows looking out over the city which was pretty except that there was another hotel across the way with people watching my every move. I draw a curtain which has a big old hole in it, but I stand so that it doesn’t matter and was about to drop my pants when all of the sudden a giant screen on the wall behind the bed lights up and idiot Asian guy on a two-way audio laughs menacingly. The two other males open the door and walk in and I roll my eyes. He really didn’t want me to be alone in the room and change my clothes! WTF. I give up. So I leave the two males in the room to do whatever they were wanting to do and go back out to the shared area to have dinner since it’s now dark. I notice another bedroom off to the right side and make a mental note to get to it when no one’s looking because I’m tired. The Asian guy is talking still but I decide that I’m getting a pervy streak coming from him and now I’m going to play with him to make him uncomfortable and upset. I keep telling him that I have no problem whatsoever changing my clothes right then and there, and threaten to start taking them off. He says, with bravado, that it’s not nakedness he cares about, it’s principle. I start smiling and stand up, pull a chair up next to him very closely, and sit in it, rubbing his body and resting my head on his shoulder while giving him a hug. My friend starts laughing at my antics because he’s obviously uncomfortable and then he turns into a woman who has the feel of memory foam. I get up to leave to go on our mission and try to make a pitstop into the bedroom, but am denied.