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Dogs, xrays, old friends,

I haven’t slept too well of late, but I’ve also been dreaming of old friends for some reason.

Some old ones first:

I was at work and the usual receptionist was gone for her wedding, but in her place was someone else. Turns out it was the mother of a coworker that had just passed away. I remember being surprised to see her there working on the computer. After that I went around the “office” which had hallway rugs and big ruts in the floor where water flowed and it was raining outside.

After that I was driving and there was a group function in the park. It was nighttime, but I stopped by anyways because my friend was there now, heading the group, but they were packing up to leave and then left for their camping trip in another state. I never pegged her for a camping girl, but there you go. I came to visit and off they went, so I hung around their cabin/meeting place for a bit, feeling a bit sorry for myself because I was lonely and everyone had their own lives.

I was at home, here, and the house seemed like it belonged to me now because it was furnished but rather sparse and not furnished. I seemed to be running a business of my own out of it, a side business wherein I cleaned people’s various objects. I came downstairs and it seemed that someone had already let him in because my client was sitting at a small table in the kitchen filling out paperwork. I looked out on the deck (also sparsely furnished) and saw a school bus on it. I was like, uhhh. I turned to him and he had finished his paperwork but was on the phone. Turns out he wanted the bus battery to be cleaned because it was very corroded. Ok, easy job. On second glance at the school bus on my deck, I realized the bus was very clean and newish, and also that it wasn’t as big as I first thought, so it wouldn’t be hard to carry out of the house when I was done. I snooped around the table with his papers on it and found a lottery scratcher. He had only uncovered some of the non-winning numbers and gave up on the rest. So I decided to scratch the rest for him. I found $1.00 and then there was one that was very difficult to scratch, like an error from the machine. Lo and behold, $2,000!! I was so happy for the guy and eagerly showed him when he came back, and then told him that no problem, the battery would be cleaned up.

Now I’m at work and needed an xray of something, but I have to do it outside, so I grab a flash drive and bring the sensor with me outside to the parking lot. There, on the cart return pole are ports so that I can take the xrays I need. Some lady is already there trying to take xrays of her grandkids, so I wait a little, but then they leave so I step up. I mount the subject and plug everything in, a little unsure of how this worked without an XCP. I did it and swung the unit over to take the image. Suddenly 2 or 3 other people were hovering around trying to help me out even though I didn’t need it, but I understood their goodwill, so I let them. As I looked again at the woman beside me, I realized that it was an old classmate of mine who is now a dentist! I exclaimed at the recognition and ran to give her a hug.

Now there were a bunch of greyhounds everywhere, along with my two. Stuff was happening and I lost track of them, but we moved everyone to safety in a building. My grandpa was there and talking to some of the people and I was worriedly looking for my dogs, but one guy was holding them. I called their names and they came running to me, I was so relieved. The man wouldn’t let me take the makeshift collars and leashes off and was still holding them, reassuring me that he’ll look after them since I had more pressing responsibilities such as coordinating the crisis that we were having (unclear what it was). I reluctantly trusted him and returned to my duties. All I remember is a Brita pitcher and water, as well as lots of other water.

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Hiding, car, flood/mud, elevator, massage

I was in an unfamiliar house, but brought my laptop to a bed where I started browsing and ended up pulling open porno tabs. 2 or 3 other people showed up on the bed too, stripped naked and started going at it right there. I was like, uhhh, but then one of my family members showed up at the door. I quickly opened up a new tab, addressed them, as they wanted me to go help my grandpa, and pretended the people in my bed were just my friends sleeping under the blankets. They were doing a good job of snoring, and had wrapped their naked bodies inside the sheets. I said, OK, and shut my laptop. I got up and helped my grandpa in regard to something with a plant, and came back to my room. I opened up my laptop and the people continued their physical games. This time I legitimately wanted to just browse the internet, but everything that came up just happened to be porn in some way shape or form.

Then I was driving in my car. We were apparently back in my old hometown, but I did not recognize it at all. It was raining quite hard and as I went to leave, I found that there was a large washed out, rapid-type of blockage in the large parking lot. There were other areas where tons of mud was just sitting around. It was thrilling, and I decided to turn around to try and ford the water because it couldn’t be that deep and I just wanted to see how my car would handle it. Bummer, though, because the cops blocked it off. I was like, darn, and so zoomed out and around with everyone else. In order to do that, however, I had to leave the county line and suddenly, I stopped and got out of the car, walking on the grass and exclaiming, “Wow! I’m in Canada right now???!!!!”

Then this weird bit about standing in my grandparents’ house with my siblings and holding up quilts that we’d made back then and brought up here with us. My sister’s looked really nice like a coat of arms, my brother’s was, I don’t  know, and mine was good until you looked too closely. There was a big horse in the middle that still needed to be sewn on. I couldn’t believe (current me snatched the thing away from past me) that I hadn’t finished this marvelous thing. Why hadn’t I done that? I brought it over to the couch to get a better look at it and then saw why I’d abandoned the project: To the right of the horse were supposed to be 2 human figures except that the arms were drawn very poorly and completely disproportionate to the rest of the image. I laughed so hard at the image. NO WONDER!! Then I started trying to figure out how I could fix it and salvage the project, when…

…next dream. It was a Target run with some other girls, students in the same class as me. I had gotten the wrong futuristic add-on to a machine that I needed in order to complete a project for class. A very important project. Apparently I was very new to the program, but was still expected to catch up with the rest. The girls were very kind and were helping me out. I took the new one and the old one and went to pay for it, but then we got into a large elevator and started roaming around. Stuff happened, I guess, and then we were back into this ridiculously huge elevator that looked more like a moving, ornate room and not an elevator. Our next assignment had us go do something called, “legs and arms and back.” I was completely clueless, so was just following the others. Most of the girls and guys exited, like, ran off the elevator and I stayed behind to help another girl carry her stuff. I held the door which was very heavy as it tried to squish me, but I was bigger and older than everyone. We both get into the assigned area. The other 4 had split into 2 groups and darted into 2 of the 4 rooms, giggling with each other. Those 2 rooms happened to be the only 2 with doors. Obviously they knew something the other girl and I didn’t, so we each took the other 2 rooms, or alcoves, really. We put all of our bags and such down in our respective spaces. I studied the chair, shelves and counter in each one, then looked at the sign and realized that we were about to get massages. I wasn’t sure how I felt about that and the other girl didn’t either as we’d have to strip for it and our rooms didn’t have doors. I guess it was a physical assessment for the program? I looked on my phone which showed we were in the right place at the right time and then the “instructor” section was “loading” for a few seconds before showing  us who would be doing the massage. To my surprise, it was Mrs. Casella, one of my hygiene instructors. The other girl had her too. Hygiene was a prior program that the 2 of us had been a part of and I laughed at the other girl whose face was not happy at the turn of things. I wasn’t either, but I just laughed and laughed because while I didn’t really want her to do my massage, I knew the other girl really disliked her. And why was she here anyways, something that had nothing to do with hygiene. The main door swung open, and…

…I woke up.

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Girl, Asian group, roommate, meal

I was looking for a roommate to share a house/apartment/room with and so I ended up with this one girl. I think I chose her name? Anyways, before moving in, I get a letter from her, handwritten, saying that she was really very excited to have me as a roommate and oh so grateful to me for talking to her all those years ago. It was confusing because I didn’t remember any of that, but I was busy so I didn’t give it another thought until the day we were officially moved in together. It was a nice place, a flat with a large window? railing? overlooking the decidedly quaint yet bustling city. I mean, the road outside had no cars, was made up of pavers and was right on the bay. She was really friendly and somewhat familiar, but I couldn’t place her. White girl, dark brown curly hair down to her neck, short, average build. I was a bit nervous having a roommate because I’d had some poor experiences in college, the last time I had a roommate, but we started talking almost instantly on the couch/floor cushions. She mentioned again how grateful she was for me letting her room with me and how all those years ago I talked to her while we were standing on a street. I told her I don’t remember at all, and she described the scene and suddenly I got a picture in my head and was all like, “ohhHHHHHH!!” I apparently did remember. It was from years ago! Very obscure memory and I was kind of weirded out that she remembered from all this time, but kept it to myself. We started talking about other stuff and it was like she was the soul buddy I always had. We had the same thinking tendencies and I started getting into the more strange theories I had but she wasn’t scared away at all. I complained about how my hair was so awful long, but I had to wait for 2 weeks until I could cut it again and then it would be SUPER short again. She looked at me a little bit in shock that it was common for me to have such short hair, but saw that I wasn’t joking and was cool with it instead of berating me about my hair. Wow. I relaxed because this was going really very well.

A time later, we informed me that the other members of the Asian group was going to come. I was like, huh? The Asian club? And have a meeting? Here? But before I could comment, there they were, except they weren’t Asian at all, just 2 more white girls. So it was an Asian appreciation club? Ok….there was one more member, a guy, that was to come, but wasn’t there yet. So the 4 of us sit down in a circle and I’m already not liking these girls. They weren’t mean, but a little bit B, if you know what I mean, and stuck up. They seemed to like me OK, though. The other 3 pull out high end tablets or even beyond tablets and I’m sitting there self conscious until one girl said, where’s your tablet. I say I don’t have one, I only have my laptop, the inferior product, and waited for them to sneer at me, but the one girl just handed me my laptop sitting there on the table and said, get on to our website or whatever. I was relieved but still on edge. The guy showed up, an Asian guy, and I was interested in the possible dating sense.

Then it changed and I was looking out a big window in a run down part of the city. It was a BP gas station and around it were abandoned buildings with colorful graffiti all over them. I couldn’t hear what was going on around me except that I was doing a re-run of an older dream. I told the guy beside me that in a little bit, he’d be riding 3 pigs in a race right outside here. He was like, huh?

Then it changed again to a restaurant. Asian restaurant that was reserved for the large party of my family and relatives. No one else was there and we spanned 2 circular tables. it was a relatively fancy place and someone had ordered each person some food, but no one really ate anything because it wasn’t very good. I tried to eat mine anyways because someone had paid for it, but trying to dig the noodles out of the bottom of my soup bowl was proving almost impossible for me. The servers were distraught that no one was eating anything at all and it was a complete waste of food, but they took the dishes away and brought out a mountain of pate chaud and desserts. They asked if I wanted any dessert which was iced shrimp and I was like, noooo thank you. It looked like they were getting fed up with us and I managed to snag one of the pate chauds before they carted the entire pot away to throw. It was actually good. The whole meal was an absolute waste of money and I felt awful wasting that food. It was a fancier restaurant and I wondered who was footing the bills.

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Dog Poop, old friend

I had my dreams all perfectly recalled to relay on here when I awoke this morning as they were so memorable, but once I got outside to walk my dogs, they disappeared from my brain–all but the dog poop part.

Let’s start with the dog poop part. It was the backyard of the townhouse and (in real life I haven’t been down to pick up the poops, hence poopy-paws sometimes) I was supposed to haul out the trash can. However, there were so many dog poops that I got upset at everything and everyone including myself. I was in a hurry, though, so I had to get the trashcan out to the curb and I’d just have to deal with the poop later. Unfortunately for me, it was also rainy, so I ended up slipping, falling, the trashcan fell into the poop and I was just covered in POOP, no matter what I tried. There just so happened to be a wagon cart full of dirt, so I tried to dump the dirt on top of the poop in my path so I could at least get over and out with my task, but it just ended up making a big muddy mess and I was covered in poop. Fun times.

The major dream had something to do with an old college friend. There was a night portion where I went to visit the college where she was staying, and I was going to park my car. When I was there initially, there were many cars and I didn’t know where to park because there were designations for visitors and permits and some that didn’t have any direction at all. I’d park on place, then move to another, begin afraid to get towed, and move again. By the time I’d circled again, there were no cars! Whoo! I guess I’ll just park wherever and feign ignorance. I go to visit her inside the dorm. She’s managed to live in the double room as a single, and in my head I’m thinking, wow that must be expensive. We talk a bit about weird things and then somehow she knows my extended family and starts referring to them. I’m like, huh? No! My great aunt is dead! She’s been dead for several years now. These people are adamant she’s not. I say they’re crazy, bid my friend goodbye and go to find my car because I need to make my way to wherever my next destination is. Now the parking lot is full again, except now it’s a massive car mechanic garage. One of my great aunts is there too, doing something to her car. I see my car and my mom’s car. I think my brother is hanging around too. I go to close the door to my mom’s car and accidentally knock my great aunt over in the process. I didn’t see, but apparently she was moving the stuff from her old car into my mom’s car. She wasn’t too happy about being knocked over, and I was appalled at how much stuff she was trying to transfer over. Where’s my car? I’ve got to get to the bottom of what’s going on because no one’s told me anything and there are people unrelated to my family who are positive that my deceased aunt is still alive!

 

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I had some…interesting…dreams last night.

Are these even appropriate to share? I actually don’t remember too much about them, just the more prominent parts. Same subject matter, though…

I was bored and watching DVDs on the TV (at this current house for once!). I was using the Xbox to play them and there was a stack on the ground. Strangely it almost seemed like I was renting loads of them; either that or I had just stolen a bunch of rental DVDs, but I think they were either borrowed or rented because I wanted to be sure I was watching them before they needed to go back. Anyways, whatever I was watching ended even though I don’t think I was paying much attention to it, on my phone instead, but I wanted the background noise, so I went to put a new DVD in. The menu was set up to show several different clips of movies, like a sampler. I chose one and it played. I watched in horror and fascination as it featured a man and woman on a bed, the woman with a sleep dress on and the man was not clothed, but covered on his lower half by the white thin blanket. His body was tone, then this fatter naked guy decided to roll across both on them on the bed and I got a glimpse of the first man irritatingly grab the man’s erection and pull as if to punish him for doing that. The fat man stood beside the bed with erection and just laughed while the other man sat up, berated him, and rolled over to grab the still-sleeping woman, the movement of which moved the blanket so that you could see everything. My jaw dropped and I heard my mom coming down the stairs, so I quickly tried to reverse it to the beginning, but it decided to keep playing automatically and why a movie would start with a scene like that, I don’t know. In panic I tried to switch to something else, but everything on the screen seemed to be a porno. To my chagrin AND relief, she forgot something and went back upstairs. I wanted to see the rest of that first video, but my mom was taking FOREVER to come back down and leave for work, so I found a cartoon on the next menu page. It seemed safe, as it was a parody of Naruto (though it looked nothing like Naruto) with different art style. I had this sinking feeling as the video progressed that it would end up being a cartoon porno parody, but so far it was ok. My mom STILL hadn’t come down again and I was on pins with impatience to have the privacy to view these flicks with morbid curiosity.

I guess she finally left because the dream cut to a cartoon. It kept cutting from 3rd person to 1st person, full immersion. It was in a dark forest on the edge of the ocean and you could see a unicorn constellation in the sky. A white unicorn was singing and running along the coast shooting rainbows from it’s horn. The view showed a second, blue hued unicorn in the forest and the 1st one stops. Then it cuts to the sky again and shows, I guess, what’s coming up next: a woman’s shoe, a pirate sign. 3rd person me freezes because it suddenly realizes what’s going to happen next. Several close-up pans of 3 seemingly male cartoon characters, 2 smaller, cuter ones and one tall, lean-looking pirate lying seductively on the grass in the moonlight. One of the smaller crew members turns out to be a female in disguise. You can see the pirate ship off in the distance so I guess they came to the cliff for privacy. She climbs over on top of the pirate with a lascivious face. Then it cuts to the other pair which is the 2nd crew member that looks like a Luigi-Toad cross, and a very muscular pirate man person, also lying in a seductive pose, except that his bare, ripped body suddenly contracts and is somehow more attractive. The Luigi-Toad cartoonishly eye bulges and yells, “mamma-mia what a hot bucket” or something corny like that. He launches himself onto the rippling muscular torso and…proceeds to start pecking holes in the man’s abs. The camera pulls back to show that the Luigi-Toad now has a beak and is eating the man, pulling out his entrails. Cartoonishly. Then it cuts back to the first couple and the same thing is happening! WHAT????

CRAZY STUFF.

In the same vein (apparently there’s a pattern going on here). The other day I was dreaming that I was on this island with very few inhabitants. There was a sort of celebration going on and I had been invited there to investigate a haunting that has been causing the few inhabitants to die off or forced to move away. My mission was to find the cause, and deal with it. The island was very nice, very small. With so few inhabitants most of the wildness had been preserved and I guess the ghost wished to rid the place of any people at all. There was indeed a ghost that hung out in an old, abandoned building near the water with a wooden signpost next to it. She had long hair and a dress of white and pink. Finding this out, I go to the town to tell the leader there, but there’s a festival of sorts going on and visitors are there to celebrate too. I see one of my friends there who pulls up in a military Jeep. He is wearing a black fleece jacket and glasses. I smile and invite him to follow me in between large stacks of crates and supplies. I lay on the ground and beckon him with my arms. He comes down on top of me and I grip his body. He kisses my forehead, but that’s not what I want, so I flip so that I’m on top of him and start kissing his lips. He’s nervous and doesn’t know what to do, so I do it, but he’s so stiff, I try to work apart his lips with my own to make him give in and relax. All I remember is that his lips seemed very small and very hard like a beak almost. He seemed to enjoy the make out session and I let him up finally because it was getting more awkward than anything and while his body seemed to want it, he was too scared and nervous. We both smiled at each other and I kissed his cheek. Then, I was off to fight the boss monster of the area! He was raining down destruction onto the island and I had to stop him! I ran along the wind/water/cloud pathway with my friend and other agents in tow, my speed and determination unmatched by anyone else! It was rough going because the path kept undulating and disappearing and reappearing with the massive storm the boss was generating! The ghost girl was helping the boss and probably summoned him. I looked back and saw that my friend had LONG disappeared and my fellow teammates were stuck way behind. It was all up to me. The storm boss was absolutely massive, like a genie/dragon! I jumped forward to attack, but fell down the constantly moving path.

And. That’s it.

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Friend, rooming, coworkers, food

We were in a place like it was a school, but the rooming situation was a little strange. It was definitely a school because we had to attend classes, but it was located in an open air compound that trained/schooled many different skill sets/jobs. It almost seemed military. My old friend and I were partnered up to be roommates. Our first “room” if you will which basically was just a place to sleep, was on the roof of a one story building. The ragged looking lady that was there was supposed to be vacating the area so that we could take use of the bed. She was very friendly and the area was well maintained, so we were OK with it. The bed was large and nice. We were about to put our stuff down, when we were informed that our rooming assignment had changed. Instead of on top of the roof, we were to be on ground level about 2 streets over. The nice part was that it was a covered area between 2 buildings, but that’s where the niceness ended. It was dark, for one, and we weren’t happy with that because darkness breeds vermin, illness etc. Then there was the bed: the metal bed frame was large, but the mattress was extremely thin and very poor quality. There was another mattress across the way from our little square of space that was empty, but it clearly belonged to another group of roommates. It’s not like we had much choice since those were our orders, so I put my stuff down. I chose the right side of the bed. I was so tired that I ended up falling asleep. The next thing I knew i awoke because I heard noises. My roommate had fallen asleep too, next to me, but I had been well equipped from home with nice bedding and a thick blanket. She had a very thin blanket. I felt bad and was about to wake her up and ask her if she wanted to share mine because I knew she gets cold easily. I heard the noise again, coming from my right side, and looked over to see that we were placed right outside the fire/EMS training building. The big group of trainees were out doing calisthenics and being yelled at military style by their instructors. It was still pitch black outside and there was no way we were going to be able to sleep through that. In the square across from us, 2 other females were waking up to the same realization. They were marveling at the fire heroes and exclaiming about how glamorous and hot they were. I became instantly upset and with my ex having been through the same thing and now a firefighter, I told them that I before him and before knowing some insider information, I used to revere fire and police too. I certainly still respect their duties to the people, but it’s not as glamorous as they think it is, and the people aren’t as caring as you think they are either.

There was a very slow chase scene whereupon either I was being chased or I was doing the chasing of and by a bratty child through narrow buildings and streets with common obstacles in the way.

Right after that we were out in the day taking courses. We were to pick a weapon set from the cart before us. I happened to choose the one with knives even though I kind of wanted the one with bows and arrows. No matter, knives of different sizes were really cool. I joined the others in my class sitting at a very long table like those found in grade school cafeterias. Everyone had set theirs in front of them and I was admiring mine. I don’t know what happened to my roommate who was supposed to be there, but it didn’t matter because I was super excited to be learning about whatever we were about to learn.

Well, I never got to learn it because all of the sudden I was in a grocery store. I was apparently staying in a living arrangement with one of my coworkers and we were trying to figure out what to do for dinner. I told her that it’s OK, I’ll cook tonight and I wanted to do one of my mom’s favorite meals. It would be easy, yummy, filling and fast. The target group was not picky at all. So as she was shopping for different items we’d need, I went around and picked up the ingredients I’d need. I had to call my mom to ask and make sure I was getting the right ingredients, and she hung up on me, but then I saw her wandering around the store. What?? OK, then that’s good because I was busy looking for the last and most important ingredient: a Marzetti raspberry vinaigrette. The particular grocery store was unfamiliar to me and I went to ask the workers there and they told me it was on the other end of the store in the aisle before the Mario Kart. I thanked them and thought, Mario Kart? They have A MARIO KART??? Wow. Anyways, I continue to search for the dressing. My coworker was already starting to check out, I was running out of time! Then, AH HAH! There! The packaging was completely different from what I remember it being, but there it is!

Cut to a different dream. Much more convoluted and not as clear. Driving, something about my dad, relatives, windy mountain roads. Maybe a relative’s house?

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school, coworker, work

My co-worker and I had made a conscious decision to go back in time to high school. My high school or maybe a mixture of our high schools. Either way, it was kind of like a chance to do it over again for me, with the confidence of my 30 year old self. I saw people I used to know, I talked to them, with no fear of fitting in because I had nothing to fear. I could attend events if I wanted and if no one wanted to sit with me at lunch, I’d either sit with them anyways, or be totally fine eating by myself. This particular lunch saw me talking to a classmate from far in the past, but it was weird because I was asking her about her baby. Then the main event came: I was waiting for the pep rally scheduled to start there in the courtyard/lunch area. When it began, I made my way forward to see it, getting closer to the front of the line and relying on the others to give me a clue as to how things were done around the school. Then, screw it, I just moved front and center to get a good view. It was interesting enough, and looking around, I saw younger kids and other taking videos with their phones, so I took my phone out to take a picture as a souvenir to prove I was there and to show my friend who was performing in the rally. I snap one picture, making sure the flash was off, when all of the sudden, someone took my phone from me as I was sticking it back into the back pocket of my jeans. I turned around in surprise and it was a teacher! He then grabbed me by the arm and dragged me over to a kiosk with a computer in it. The person managing the computer asked me my name and information. I told him and he placed my infraction into the system. Great. I’d just messed up my future and I’d gone back to fix something. I’d tried to plead my case that I was new there and I didn’t know you weren’t supposed to take pictures. The teacher that caught me was sympathetic, but the principal/security guy was not and enforced the rule.

I later caught up to my coworker friend. We appeared both at work. It was a strange location, kind of a garage/auto shop type of setting. One of my docs had been seeing a patient, so I was familiar with what was going on. As I sat there with my coworker, we talked casually about how it’s weird that I have all the memories and feelings of being 30, but my body was only 24 in this particular time. I still have no idea what the point of going back in time was, because I ended up in the same job. Then it was time to see that patient. I basically picked up where my doc’s conversation ended, trying to convince the patient that we should try going for a partial that hooks on to the one tooth that is salvageable on the bottom arch, because complete denture set is just a nightmare to try and use. However, he was completely adamant that we not try to save any of his teeth, that despite all of the detriments to a full set of dentures, that is what he chooses. It was all or nothing. Seeing as he was so set on it, it was out of my hands, so I went to write up my notes for the patient. Determined to not leave anything out, I decided to write it on a pad of paper first before I write it up officially, for real (I guess this was before digital). As I was writing the draft, someone comes in and starts briefing everyone on how the upcoming wedding we’re all attending is going to go because as soon as work is over we’re all leaving, or at least anyone who is coming is going to. I’m listening out of one ear, not sure if I’m going or not, while writing and when I’m done, I go back to read the 3 and a half pages of notes I have down for the appointment. It was…all hooey. Completely unnecessary to write all of that down for a legal document. I had literally written down every single detail that happened in the appointment. In my head I narrowed the narrative down to about 2 paragraphs, but before I could write it officially…

…I was traveling down a hill in a car? On my belly? People were driving willy-nilly and apparently that was the custom there, so because i was such a small vehicle (I was scooting around on my belly) I maneuvered around everyone. Then all of the sudden, everyone was scooting on their bellies in this strange transportation system. The traffic light system was singular for each path and would beep and turn green for you on the ground when it was your time to go. It was a bit confusing where I was supposed to go, but there were police hanging around everywhere because a large event was occurring. I was traveling the not so popular way, so my path was clear, dragging myself along with my hands under and around police legs and following whatever path I had. I ended up in the closet of some college guys and wanted to ask where I was because I was lost and needed to find out where my workplace was. I bit back a question and pulled out my phone and map. I was well away from where I was supposed to be. Disheartened, I exited from their closet and start walking instead, giving up the hope that I was going to make it to my destination.

…I slept super well last night!

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A couple days worth of dreams

I have NOT been able to sleep well at all the last few days. Here are the ones that stood out the most. In the few minutes I have.

I was in a strange house, rather nice, one story, very open. It was evening and getting into night time. My dad was “cooking” some broth. When I went to taste it, it was extremely bland and not good, so I set about trying to fix it, but couldn’t, so my mom gets home and I inform her of the situation. I’m all ears as she is teaching me how to fix it (which is by putting a ground meat mixture on bread rounds and sliding all of those into the broth). Indeed, I re-taste the soup and it is exactly how it’s supposed to be. The whole time, my dad is silently sitting in the living room in front of the TV, fuming and listening because he doesn’t actually know how to cook well, and he hates not being able to do things as well as people.

Back in the house I grew up in, it’s SO HOT. My brother and I open up the windows to help dissipate the heat, but as it turns out, it makes it worse because the outside air is extremely humid. The heat remains the same, but is now extra humid. I’m mad because just like in the past, it was because my dad is home and he refuses to let us turn on the air. I have an old friend visiting me out of the blue and I bring her on a tour of the house and we end up together in the bathtub, talking about things and catching up. It’s still so hot and I’m suddenly aware I didn’t shave my armpits, but she’s a physician, shouldn’t be an issue, I hope. I mention that my dad has been doing this thing to us with the temperature since forever and I can’t take it anymore so I go down and change the thermostat, but get caught. My mom, siblings and dad are there and because we have a guest in the house, he says, “Yeah, go ahead, turn on the AC” as if he never told anyone to turn it off or leave it off. No one asked, that’s all. He’s not the bad guy. It’s true, he used to do that too. If there were guests, heat and air would come right on. Lights too.

I was doing something last night that involved my ex and his family. I kept wandering through their house repeatedly (it was more like a warehouse-type place). His step-sister and mom were there. His mom and step-sister were very nice to me and wanted me to hang around, but he came home and when I went to greet him, he was irritated and wanted me out. I did, but I came back for some reason and his mom kept talking to me. When he came home again, he saw me and was annoyed but didn’t say anything because it was obvious his family liked and wanted me there. It made me sad to see his indifference and coldness to me, but I had a goal and an agenda and it didn’t matter whether he approved or not. I guess men and women can never be just friends.

There was one more dream here, starring my immediate family…it’s on the tip of my memory, but I forget now. I’m sure it’ll come back during the day today.

AH. I remember now. I was at my paternal grandma’s house and we were going to have after all these years a reunion of sorts. People were coming in and visiting and I was talking to my sister and suspected that it would last probably several days. I wondered how that wouldn’t impact the out of town-ers. I was playing and stuff with my cousins that were there and then I remembered that I’m the one that takes pictures, so I took out my phone and started taking pictures. Then that changed into a point and shoot digital camera. I went about and wishing that I’d remembered my DSLR, started taking images. The adults were all sitting in the dining room talking. My dad was noticeably not there. People I didn’t recognize were there and having a good time. It was still early in the event and we were waiting for a LOT more people to show up. A man went outside to the front porch to check on something on a trellis, and Gable wanted to follow him, so I took him by his collar since I didn’t have his leash handy, and brought him out so he could see what the man was doing. Then I brought him back in and told him to stay while I went to take some more pictures of my relatives and people I didn’t recognize. My mom was happy to be there and all smiles as I took her picture.

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Dental, cat, bathroom, city

Some convoluted mess with tables, seeing patients at the tables with benches and cups of water and high maintenance peeps. Then it was time to go to a dental convention! I was really excited! I met up there with my co-worker and walked the very long path together to the place (think an amusement park walk from the parking lot to the venue). It was nice, though long and crowded, but with fountains and paver walkways. Finally we reached the place and we got into line together. In front of her, our old friend and classmate was there too, wearing a hoodie with the hood up, almost hiding in it. I recognized him instantly and I enthusiastically greeted him by name. He turned slightly to look at me. I caught a glimpse of his face where I saw white hair in his goatee but otherwise he looked exactly the same. He refused to look at me or respond and so I turned to my co-worker and we exchanged glances. I saw a bunch of other people I went to school with in the crowd but didn’t get a chance to greet anyone because the event was starting up. They started calling for different groups of people to proceed into the building and assigned rooms. I was super stoked because this event was supposed to be really fun where we’d break up into teams and compete in activities almost Wipeout style. We were the last group to be called in and we all had to sit and watch an intro video. I had to go to the bathroom so I left to do so since we had time before it started.

I get into the bathroom which looked really very nice like a residential bathroom and very roomy. Next door to it was another bathroom with adjoining doors. Unfortunately for me, I was having some serious trouble getting any of the doors to close or lock, but I was much more concerned with the fact that I was having my period unexpectedly. I mean, I literally had JUST had it days before, but there I was standing there with my pants down and a massive amounts of blood everywhere. Good thing I was wearing a liner! Because this was a dream I didn’t think it to be a medical emergency, though given that quality and quantity of blood, it should have been. Then I heard male voices and I started freaking out because 1) I was in a strange place, 2) I could neither lock nor close fully the door and 3) I’m standing around with my blood-pool-pants down not knowing what to do now. I jumped into the adjoining bathroom/room thing and closed the door quietly to not draw attention to myself. It worked and they passed by after looking into the other bathroom quickly, and I was back to square one, not knowing what to do and how to ask for help and humiliated by it all. Then to my surprise, a female around my age poked her head in and I suddenly felt relieved that I had someone who could help me. I asked her to go to my chair and get my bag from it. And yes, she knew the girl I  had come in with somehow. Things were looking up! She finally returned and I was grateful that I remembered to pack this massive box of feminine products (how it all fit in my bag? Dream magic). The box was like getting an assorted chocolate box except bigger and wider than my head, with compartments and labels. She was all interested in how neato this box was and I was just sorting through everything looking for the pad I needed. Alas, there were none left of the one I needed, since I had just had my cycle days before and hadn’t replenished them. She left at that point because she was done using the toilet. Then I saw a tampon and with joy proceeded to insert it with dream-detail, packed away that magic box and went back out to where I was supposed to be.

Everyone was gone. Except my friend who had turned herself into an orange tabby cat and a few stragglers who had nothing to do with the dental convention. It had all taken that long? I felt bad that she had to wait for me the whole time. I sat down on the bed next to her (yes, bed. The seats had turned into a giant bed that everyone just picked spots on to watch the big screen in front), picked up my coat, and asked her why she was a cat. She told me she had to turn herself into a cat because otherwise they wouldn’t have let her into the room. I assume it’s because she was part of the long-departed dental convention. We left then and started walking around the city (I think she was human then? I don’t know for sure) exploring it. It was currently cold and drizzling. Passed through some of the Asian places, saw some rappers, thugs, etc. I really wanted to do the street go-carts, but we were going to keep looking around before circling back to make a decision.

Then I wake up.

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Dog, nightguard, toothbrush, gas station, house/war, my legs

I had the hardest time getting up this morning…similar to springtime! It smells like spring and feels a bit like it too! This weather is insane.

There was this group of 4 friends walking by an apartment complex when they see a black, young dog racing around out there. They manage to catch it and for whatever reason they become mad and upset at the owners for something, so they troop into the apartment the dog’s owner lives and already there is a problem. Only 2 of them managed to get inside the apartment door (a girl and guy, I remember mentioning that I’m so glad a guy made it in there) before it closed and I could hear loud yelling. I looked outside at a commotion and then looked back to see that the remaining 2 friends had been able to hold open the door. I yelled at them to take pictures and call the cops, and they started filming too. Then 4 big college guys begin to troop into the complex, ready to fight and saying, If that’s MY dog they’re arguing about, I’m about to open a can on them! I’m like, uh oh, and skedaddle. Useful, I know.

I end up in a store at the mall. I walk past this mannequin display with an interesting dental tool attached to it. Some random shopper runs up to me as soon as I pick it up in my hand to investigate, and asks, ARE YOU GOING TO BUY THAT?? As if, if I do, then she will. I say, I don’t know yet, and proceed to try out all the demo functions, each brush head (ridiculous ones too) on my face, etc. Then I tell her that the $69 price tag is too much and that if it was half of that, then I would. I look closer at the price tag and there’s a markdown etched into it! At first it said -2, which I took to mean minus two dollars, but looking even closer saw it said half off. I happily exclaimed to the customer that since it’s only $30 (yeah that’s not half…) and I have a coupon, I will definitely buy it! She claps her hands at my luck.

I don’t remember exactly what happened in this next one, but it dealt with really flavorful and delicious cuts of meat that I was unable to taste. Then my half awake dream brain remembered why, it was because I was wearing my night guard! Solution: remove the night guard and shove it under the pillow so that I could enjoy the scrumptious meal!

I was driving around at night, somewhere half familiar and half not. I end up at this park-like green space and I see some columns and lights, so I leave my car to investigate and it turns out to be a historical, pristine, relief carved in beautiful and perfect white marble. Not only that, but it’s not traditional vertical wall, it was carved into the terrain of the ground into the small hill there. So because it was historical and beautiful and I wanted to see all of it, I took off my shoes and proceeded to climb and crawl all over the preserved artifact, making sure to revel my feet in the cold rocky feel of it all. Turns out the images depicted on it are of some controversial nature as it was carved in honor of the Nazi’s but in ancient Chinese art style. I found my family and brought them over to see it so everyone could climb over it too. Then there was some strange thing melded to the dream where there was a war of sorts starting in a massive kitchen? And I needed to ferry supplies to that one base which then we had to quickly move because we’d been found out.

Drove out to a gas station to get gas and ended up sitting there watching another guy get gas. Then something about a flamethrower.

The very last one I remember involved my greyhound mentor and his wife. We were outside and somehow he had managed to fall off or jump off a half-constructed building and could not use his legs. I was staying in this place and somehow I had broken my leg or injured it too. I wanted to go to the grocery store, though, so his wife said she could take me since he couldn’t. I said I could drive, but then again, I was supposed to have one leg injured, so I went with it. Originally I’d intended to go in my pajama pants, but I decided to go change into jeans since that’d be embarrassing for them. I carefully put my legs into my pants and found that actually they didn’t hurt that badly. The room I was in, was my old room in the last house we had. I made sure to change the screen on my laptop before it burned into the screen, and then proceeded to meet his wife who would drive me. She had pulled up in this Formula 1 drag race car and almost couldn’t control it. I almost told her that I felt fine and could drive myself, but she insisted I get into the passenger seat. It was completely made of metal, and somehow I navigated my injured self into it. Then we were at Harris Teeter, and I shot off to shop on my own, because I didn’t need chaperones, thanks. They still followed me anyways and that was annoying, but I managed to pick a few items and then found a neato box in the dog food aisle that ha da picture of a greyhound on it. Inside contained cans of sardines and anchovies. I picked up a German shepherd box and that had dehydrated meal of kibble, spinach and carrots in it. I guess German shepherds like that. I showed it to my greyhound mentor who happened to be perfectly fine and we looked at the price ($39.79) and I complained that buying from Costco would be cheaper, but I guess it wasn’t too bad a price.

Then my body jolted awake 2 minutes before I was supposed to wake up.

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