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Game? Car? Patient, brother, food

It’s hard to remember what I dreamed about last night. I must have slept really well, or at least relatively so. Didn’t want to get up this morning. There are snippets, though.

It was village compound. Wooden and metal structures with lots of stairs which made me think of somewhere close to water. I think there was something that happened before arriving at the compound, but no matter what, I was on a mission FPS style. I ran up some stairs and into a room. Stuff happened and then I needed to find and earn some keys. There was some longer explanatory cut-scenes which I paid no attention to and tried to skip but couldn’t. I decided to do the stair mini-game because I needed those keys for later on and didn’t have time to find the real ones. It was simple enough, just climb some stairs within the time period, increasing increments to get more keys. I managed to get the first key, but then something happened and I cancelled the game to go find out what it was. I had spent too much time doing that and the game time counter was getting shorter and shorter. I went into another room where I saw someone who looked like my ex on the bed without a shirt. I jumped on his back and played a puzzle about hitting some numbers on his back that would light up (other things happened too, but I can’t remember). Then it was the boss fight! I ended up in my bathroom, naked, because I needed to shower and pee. The door wasn’t closing all the way (it doesn’t in real life until you push it hard into the latch), so my ex kept coming to the crack and looking in it playfully. I kept pushing it in his face before realizing I left something on the bed and asked him to get it for me. He did and handed it to me and I closed the door for real.

Then there was some convoluted storyline about shopping, my mom, my cousins? and a diva peer from hygiene school. A craft store, then we all were supposed to get into a car. A spattering of my family, friends and co-workers. I didn’t know how we were all going to fit in her Crosstrek, but I was the first to climb in from the trunk and sit in the back. Everyone else was going to go in my mom’s car instead and the remaining would go in her car (all males). I think we were going to a party or a wedding. The peer was just telling me that my look wasn’t good enough and she did not approve of the “makeup” I had on.

We went on our way and I ended up at work. The patients were a large family of black people. My patient was a young man, about 17 years old (even though he looked more like a 25 yo). We got to talking about cars and he told me he wanted a WRX. I basically spewed the same conversation I literally just had with my brother about cars in real life last night at him, while not only cleaning his teeth, but dismantling everything in his old red car. One piece had broken, so my brother and I removed everything but the frame and then replaced them all. My brother even gave him a new trash thing for the car. I left my brother to put it all back so I could go help pack my uncle’s van. It was so big they even had a chest of drawers in the back. By the time I went back to the patient, my dad was there, pulling a long usb cable out of the young man’s car. I scolded him not to pull too hard because my brother had just installed it. My dad frowned at me for disrespecting him, but I didn’t care. I was more concerned about the fact that my brother had already finished and left behind a lot of food for me: Popeye’s chicken strip, McDonald’s hamburgers, drinks, and a few other good food pieces.

Then I got a text and woke up.

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Ex, work, friends

It was nighttime and I was roaming around on a street and around inside a store. I was with some family? But my ex was there too. When he showed up, I was taken aback, but secretly excited as well. I strove to treat him like I treat anyone else, like a friend, but he was very enthusiastic about seeing and being around me. I enjoyed his presence, but there was a nagging warning in the back of my mind. He was happy, friendly…almost too friendly. As we traveled on together with my group, he kept pace with me, smiling, walking closely. He tried to hold my hand, which I acquiesced for a bit, but dropped because it just felt wrong. I’d told him that he was never going to hear from me ever again, so why was this happening? All the happy, nostalgic feelings were overshadowed by the knowledge that this can’t possibly be real because we were no more, and to be perfectly honest, I didn’t want it to happen again because my brain knew and knows that we weren’t meant to be together…it would never work out. Just end up the way it already has. We stopped on the street to watch some rescue crews deal with a car crash and he, being in the line of work, was very interested in watching how and what they did. I remember looking at his face which was so interested and trying to learn what they were doing in that particular instance. He later tried to kiss me and as I went in to return the kiss, our lips only brushed because I pulled away. None of this was possibly real. He would never do that in public and initiate it. He was never that kind of happy person, eager to learn new things. It was always me who picked up his hand to hold it. HE was the one who’d drop it first. As much as I wanted to feel his arms around me or his large warmth, My brain knew it was just a dream. So, the dream faded.

I was at work now. Juggling 3 patients. A kid, a middle aged woman and one of my greyhound friends. As I jumped chairs to the kid, the woman I saw before, next door, suddenly got up and ran to the front desk. I jumped up to intercept her and she was jamming of my instruments into her mouth and asking me why there was a space around a tooth the tissue. I put her back into the chair, appalled that I’d forgotten to clean her up well, and explained to her in the mirror why some areas were deeper. She’d freak out with sensitivity when I went into a deeper pocket, but was oddly interested in it all. My boss was checking the kid next door and I felt awful that she basically ended up doing the rest of the appt for me. I could feel the disappointment from her, but I had yet another patient to attend to. It was my greyhound friend and his wife! He was in the chair. I was surprised and a little worried, but I go in there and he’s got some deep pockets too. I’m talking to them and tell him that before he leaves I’ll give him a tool that will be useful to him. I get up to get the dentist and get caught up in other things and before I know it, it’s time to go. I grab my bags and coat and head out, but see my neighbor and realize I forgot to get him the tools I said I’d give him. So I run back to the rooms to find things (find that a room has tape on it and turns out some lady was using it as a sort of daycare room for kids. I break the tape and go in to find some kids and adults watching tv, so I go through the drawers and can’t find what I’m looking for, so I go to the lab area and we…don’t have any left? After lots of rooting around, I pick up 3 items and run to him. He’s talking with 2 other men (some of whom I recognize) and I hand him the stuff, quickly explaining what they are for. He asks for a deeper explanation, so I open each one up to show him, apologizing about not having the right tools, but telling him to either look online or go to the store. As it turns out, the one I thought was a brush was in fact a food sauce brush, and the brush handle was more like an exacto knife type of deal. I laughed loudly and so did everyone else, except my coworker who thought it was weird, but I was OK with it because I respect my friend’s intelligence to not destroy himself. Then I walked home with my coworker in the crowded, narrow street of the city where I came across a very old friend who for some reason was half my size. I tapped her on the head and said hello. She turned and saw me, and happily gave me a big hug. I was in a hurry so I said goodbye and kept going, smiling to myself.

Lots of smiling and happiness in the dreams last night!

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Former Presidents, house, pots, family, ex

Wasn’t a good night for sleeping…then again, I haven’t really been sleeping for a week. Very tired.

I was in a town house. It was new! We were having a housewarming party. I looked out from the kitchen and sitting at the counter were former presidents Clinton and W. Bush. My mom greeted them and after a little hesitation I came over to shake their hands too. Then I was bustling around being busy while the party was going on. My relatives were all here and there, sitting on the couch and eating food, talking, etc. I sat down on the couch with a row of my family and sitting and talking and laughing with them, and suddenly, I noticed that my ex was sitting 2 people down from me. Why was he there? I remember thinking to myself in the dream, had he been there the whole time? He was looking at me out of the corner of his eye and looking away. I decided to pretend he didn’t exist. I went back into the kitchen to make macaroni and cheese for myself, so I opened cabinets to find THE pot, but after opening 10 cabinets and looking through hundreds of pots and pans, I couldn’t find it! I couldn’t believe how many pots and pans there were! Then my mom told me that oh, it’s outside. My ex’s mom had a shed outdoors and my mom had gotten the OK to store her extra stuff in there. I went in and started poking around. There were lots of junk, but after lots of searching and visits from my ex’s family, I still couldn’t find my pot!

I never could make my macaroni and cheese. 😦

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Ex, kid, intruder, family, mormon

A very interesting dream. I had a lot of problems falling asleep for whatever reason (probably heartburn which is God-awful right now or playing video games all day). It never matters when I go to sleep, I’m always awake at the same time every day. Dogs or no dogs.

I was at home (not a home I totally recognize) and my grandma and grand aunt were there too. I was at the table eating food and they were watching some PBN. They were having problems figuring out how to make it play, so I help, but then it’s over and I put in another one, one I think they’ve never seen before. The music is loud and so they continue to watch it while talking to me, like they always do. I assume my mom is cooking in the kitchen as I am eating dinner food and the sun it setting outside. I don’t see him, but my brother is sitting in his usual spot and we’re all on our phones. Then appearing next to me is my ex, also eating and on his phone. People are talking to him like normal and I am not uncomfortable even though we did not break on good terms. In fact, he’s being so much more kind and friendly to me than he ever used to be. We both know that we’re not together anymore, and I’m not banking on it ever happening again, so I treat him like a brother or friend. I happen to look over as he’s texting a friend (he’s sitting very close to me) and I don’t really register the text, just looking to see what he’s doing. He sees me looking and profusely apologizes for what the text is saying, trying to explain the context. I’m like, no, no, I’m not looking at what you’re texting, it’s not my business, it’s OK, I’m not offended by anything. He seems relieved and I give him a familiar hug, pressing my head lightly onto his shoulder/arm, not trying to start anything, just a familiar hug. He smiles and I wander off to go to the bathroom which is located behind the kitchen on what is in reality the deck. It’s a full bathroom and I see to my horror that someone had peed all over the toilet, the ground and even sprayed above the mirror in a yellow line. Obviously it was male.

I go out into the kitchen and complain loudly to my brother or my ex as I wash my hands there. Both of them vehemently deny any involvement. I’m inclined to believe my brother’s excuse because yeah it’s true, my ex tries in vain to persuade me he didn’t do it, and I’m like, well there are only 2 males in the house!!! But, he’s being truthful, I can tell, so I’m like, well, so you mean there’s an intruder in the house? I guess I did leave the back sliding door unlocked and someone could have gotten in (the backyard doesn’t have a fence), so I let it go and move to start cleaning the mess up since it was about to get dark. I go into the laundry room (the house suddenly is very narrow and full of corridors and hallways) to grab cleaning things and see that the laundry machine was shoved off to one side and behind it is MORE pee on the wall, except it was dripping (a very unhealthy dark yellow color…) this time, which meant it was fresh! I burst through the door I came through, though I don’t remember closing it. A torn piece of paper with blue pen writing on it is jammed into the crack. I grab it and barely give it a glance as I run for my ex and my brother yelling, they’re here somewhere! Help me find them! I finally skim the paper and it says something about the grace of God and how you need to find redemption because the world IS ending!! I roll my eyes and not stopping to see if anyone is going to help me, I look for the home intruder, damn Christian zealots. Mormon. That’s what was going on.

I run back towards the laundry room, I think the males make it there too to survey the damage. I hear a noise and throw open a nearby door down the hall, to walk-in linen closet/mud room. A middle-aged, blonde, chubby woman is in there, trying to stop the door from opening and peeking around her is a boy about 8 years old. I force the door open and exclaim a few things, like, why are you in my house!? She starts smiling because the jig is up. I grab her and struggle with her, dragging her to the living area where I show everyone the culprit, telling her I should call the police! I really should call the police! She starts pleading and laughing and telling me that it was God that told her to do this because He wants to save you. Surrounded by people, she doesn’t need to be restrained, but I’m on edge, ready to sprint after her if she tries anything funny. Her son has followed us there and is standing around. Finally calming down enough to make sense of things, and relieved that we caught the intruder, I have to chuckle and ask no one in particular, how in the world did a little boy manage to shoot pee above the mirror??? 

After a little while, no one’s called the cops yet, so I do because she can’t just squat in my home, vandalize it, and try to convert people. By the time they come and she’s out in the parking lot (like a store parking lot…) with them, it’s dark out. They don’t need me anymore, and will be more time to wait as they gather their information, so I go back into the house, which is no longer a house and looks like an arcade with games and fun carpeting. I see the little boy and I feel bad, so I walk with him and kneel down to talk to him, explaining that he needs to stand up for what’s right and not do things that he knows is wrong, no matter who it is telling him what to do. He’s an intelligent boy and he understands what I say. I’m happy to see this and take his hand, when all of the sudden I realize he has 6 fingers on his left hand! Polydactylism. I start exclaiming to my family at how interesting this kid is. They’re hesitant because, isn’t that the enemy? I’m very fond of the kid, though, and….

I wake up.

So very detailed and graphic. Hard to forget.

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Ex, game

I dreamed about him last night. Amongst other things that I don’t remember right now.

I had just arrived home and I knew that he was there somewhere, so I finished up what I was doing downstairs with a mix of annoyance, surprise, hesitation, anxiety and excitement. The house was this townhouse, but very large with many people in it. I make it upstairs and go into the dark room that is mine (the master). The TV was playing and it was too dark to make out anything in the room, but I thought I saw a lump on the bed. I go into the bathroom and quickly change out of my clothes into something comfortable but decent. I come out, turn on the light and there he is taking a nap in my bed. Coming up, I had rehearsed in my head what to say to him, and what I should do, but all of that flew out the window. As I say, “hey, what’re you doing here?” in a happier tone of voice than I had intended, he stretches his arms without getting up and I can’t tell if he opened his eyes or not (they’re small to begin with) but he’s smiling that half smile of his. I can’t help but smile too and my body moves for me. I run my hands along his arms and then his chest and then going into a hug (I’m standing), mentioning with much surprise from my part about how much weight he’s lost. His body wasn’t the same. He says he’s not skinny he’s still fat and I protest, but he cuts me off and tells me his arm and shoulder still hurts (just like it had been). I poke around and he turns onto his stomach. I test the should muscles and around the blade and he doesn’t say anything just smiles a bit into the pillow. He said he had been lifting weights with his dad, that’s why.

My brain is well aware that we are no longer together, but I want to help him, so I sit on his back and stretch his arms while feeling around to see if I can pinpoint the area. My body begins to respond like it used to but my brain has a mission. He’s still not indicating anything and seems to be enjoying the massage and stretching. I then tell him to get up and stand up and he does, but he’s being silly now and only sort of doing what I ask him. I tell him to put both arms out parallel to the ground and demonstrate for him. He’s still doing that small smile while pretending to be inept so that I have to move his arms for him. Then I ask him to turn the palms up and point his fingers to the ground. He “messes up” for a little while and I start getting irritated but not at the same time. I was intending to do an assisted stretch to help.

Then all of the sudden everything is thrown into a video game and several other people are in the mix, only their heads floating around metallic cubes on a grid, since that’s how the game is set up. Something about the fate of the world resting with us and then we’re under attack and have to defend our position. I lose track of him altogether, but I know he’s there.

The end.

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