Bathroom, House, Roommates, Police, Train

I was walking around the outside of the house I left. We were certain that my dad wasn’t home at that point or maybe he had died or was out of commission, either way we had no qualms about walking around the property. I was appalled at what he’d done to the place. There was this huge ditch from the house street to the road behind it just dug into the ground, by the side of the house, separate from the driveway. What a terrible idea not only for drainage, but for people randomly using it as a pass through. Because we all know how well he takes to people on his property… Part of the walk was nostalgia for me given I hadn’t been back to that property for well over a decade at this point. There was junk strewn about like the place had been seized and pawed through for some reason. I played with a dismantled piano, remembering how we’d gotten that piano to begin with, and a bunch of other things. We thoroughly enjoyed ourselves there even as the sky darkened.

I was in the house I grew up. We were supposed to be sleeping, but I really needed to go to the bathroom. I got up to go, trying not to bother my parents, only to find that the bathroom was in use. Clearly, my brother was in there. Still not wanting to bother my parents, I went back to bed and lay there, waiting. I talked to my sister a little bit before eventually falling asleep.

Then both of us were on a train. It was pretty small and mostly for entertainment as if it was more an amusement park ride than an actual, useful train. I was sitting on the front edge of the thing as it sped along, not worried in the least about being thrown off or the fact that my sister was teetering on the edge of it worse than me or even that the other passengers kept sliding all over the seats as if they would fall off. A high rate of speed later, I got off in the middle of a bustling paver courtyard. Now I really had to go to the bathroom, so I hightailed it into my dorm room. There was this whole debacle about me having been there for about a semester already, but never actually finding the key to the place. My roommates had always helped me get in and out (3 males). I entered the main door and headed to my room, dead set on finding that key. Something was happening with one of the roommates. Not my problem or business. I needed to use the bathroom. The nicest roommate opened the door for me, and I thanked him immediately plopping down on the toilet still talking to him with no regard for the fact that my “room” was only divided from the rest of the place by a big curtain that I hadn’t even cared enough to draw all the way. He didn’t seem bothered in the last, as if this was a common occurrence, or we were a couple. It was nice to empty my bladder (not in real life thank goodness!). While there, I realized I was super tired and closed my eyes for a little nap (yes, while on the can).

That’s when some other craziness started happening. Around the edges of the curtain, I saw one of my roommates getting assaulted by 2 people, one with dark hair, the other with blonde hair. He went down and they started stealing his stuff. I got up and came out from the curtain. That’s when there was some other commotion on the opposite side where a man had driven his car into the place and was trying to drive into a screaming lady. Outside of the dwelling, I heard police doing something, so I started yelling as loudly as I could, “HELP! HELP! HEEEELP!” Everyone turned to look at me (I hope I was decent…) telling me to stop yelling because it wasn’t as bad as it seemed! A few moments later, several officers showed up asking what was going on, so I started explaining that the two to my right had assaulted and robbed my roommate (they protested), and about the man in the car and the woman. The cops looked around like they did believe me but asked how I know any of this. So, I had to explain that I’d been behind the curtain taking a nap. Everyone looked incredulously over to my “room” as if no one had noticed it before, and I was self-conscious about the little “room” which looked more like a jail cell than anything… It was about 24′ by 6′ with a single bed against a wall, an open toilet at the end of that, a very small window, and my junk stacked around in the remaining area. The cops seemed satisfied and set about rounding up people.

Bathroom, Work, Stairs

I was driving and my mom was with me. It was rainy outside, and we drove down several roads to a small town. We decided to stop at a convenience store/gas station though I didn’t need any gas. There were a bunch of people there we knew, so we stood around a bit. I watched the people, thinking about how I both needed to go to the bathroom and was hungry. There was this unfamiliar guy who was taking orders for the people there. My mom started walking across the street, so I ran after her. She wanted to see what was on the other side and it wasn’t a big deal with me because I wanted to stretch my legs, too. I did make her wait for the crosswalk light despite the other people down the way jaywalking. The motel across the street was not only empty but possibly abandoned. Done with that, we came back over on a crosswalk that had 224 seconds of time!! For some reason we made it just in time for the countdown. By that time, my sister was carefully looking over the food order. The guy then jaywalked across the street to the Little Cesar’s. I really needed to go to the bathroom at that point, AND there was this drunk/high lady who was teeter tottering along with him, so I ran after her, wrapped an arm around her waist and guided her in safety to the Little Cesars. The restaurant was like none I’d ever seen. We waded through the massive crowd of what appeared to be junkies and other low-lifes. Neither of the people I was with seemed bothered at all by them. I was extremely aware of my different race, but the junkies didn’t care about that. Inside the place was not a pizza place, but a department store! Jewelry counter, nice clothing, hardware… there were 2 floors. The only crowded place was the front with all the junkies. The lady disappeared somewhere and the pizza ordering guy quickly headed off to the back of the store. I walked all around looking for the bathroom. The first one I found saw one lady bawling on the phone while wiping down the floor and the door exclaiming that she hadn’t meant for it to happen at all! I didn’t want to use that one, so I kept going and eventually found the lady I’d been with. She seemed happier because she had just finished using the bathroom herself. I asked her where it was and she showed me a shell looking device, I tried to get in but couldn’t and she cackled and pushed me saying that only the chosen ones could.

I woke up for real to use the bathroom, then back to sleep.

Then I was at work. As usual, it was dark, and crazy with the schedule. The version of me doing work was doodling on and making lists for patients. Then I left because I didn’t want to be there anymore. I stopped to talk to my coworker on the way out (in a different office), and then proceeded to use the elevator. The way it was acting looked like it was going to break, but I used it anyways. There was a sign at the bottom of the door saying that it was programmed to bypass the first floor because it was going to malfunction, so it would let out on the basement level which still had outdoor access. That was annoying, but I remembered that I had already done this before in a previous dream where I’d managed to acquire or make a map of the convoluted maze. As I exited into the basement, a pretty-looking lady was frustrated and scared. Immediately, I recognized that she was lost, so I had her come with me as I searched for the exit. Although I pretty much remembered the map from the last time, I tried to pull it up on my phone anyways just in case and to inspire confidence in the frazzled lady. We went around turns and bends not following any of the other lost people until I saw that familiar part. Took a right which led us down a long hallway, another sharp turn and BAM. Outside was the grocery store which meant that we just had to go around the outside of the building to the parking lot. She had pulled up her car locator on her phone and was so relieved that we were close. We broke off from each other and I headed towards my car.

All of the sudden, I realized that I needed to get back to work, so I entered a door near my car, knowing that there was a staircase nearby. Inside, however, things were not as I remembered. There was a long line of people standing. I asked if they were waiting for the bathroom, and they were, so I cut through them to where the stairs used to be. Someone else wanted to use the stairs, too, but I couldn’t figure out where it was. I was just about to travel a good distance down the hall to use the other stairs, when someone gave me a spatula with something on top of it. They smiled at me with what initially seemed innocent. It changed and I got a bad feeling, but it was too late. The “stairs” required floating and traveling through the walls and building like a ghost. There was no time to think about anything, but I knew I was super scared. You can’t be scared when you’re dealing with spirits. I could not help it. A spirit met me inside of the wall and I could see “stairs” all around me leading here, there, nowhere, and upways, sideways, diagonal-ways. It seemed to be a rather bothersome, irritable spirit. I tried my best to at least exude calm even though I felt nothing close to that. It kept saying things to me that I didn’t understand, then get angry at me. It forced me to “fly” through a videogame-like flying obstacle course still holding the spatula thing. I knew if I lost that or let go, that I’d be stuck in the place forever. It tried multiple times to trick me into giving the thing up or letting go or whatever other ploy it had. I came close a few times. However, I made it and it was so angry I thought I’d be sent to a different dimension and imprisoned there.

Nope. I made it to my workplace. I hurried into my operatory where my patient was still waiting (apparently time moved differently in that realm). The list I’d started before I’d left was still there, so I finished it up, adding stickers and other things to it. The patient was really happy.

Work, Guy

I was at this great big house–a mansion, really–and this man who was clearly the bad guy was doing bad guy things. In the lull between gaming events (sports, I think), he set up a device that was going to do something awful! I managed to distract him. When he ran off to investigate, I quickly grabbed the tray of white things that was the root of his evil plan and ran outside with it. Unfamiliar with the area, I looked around frantically for a place to hide the things. There was a drainage culvert and grate, so I dumped them all in there. I heard him behind me with a henchman and ran for it. Hiding behind a large bush (it was early evening, so I wasn’t afraid of being seen) I saw to my dismay that they easily picked up the grate and gathered the small weapons. Everything reset and I tried again. This time I ran farther, but that meant that they saw me running with the weapons before I could dump them, so I threw them somewhere harder and ran even further away, using the darkness to my advantage. It was thrilling to be so close to capture! As I hid inside of a big fir tree to watch, I saw that I had crossed a public path. No longer was I on the property. Lots of dogs and people were walking the trail…included Cora! A part of me feared the dogs would give away my position (especially Cora!), so I made my way to a different hiding spot a distance away. It was so far that I was near some cliffs! There, I encountered an optional boss fairy, so I called upon my 3-monster team to take on this threat. We ended up having to attempt the fight 2 times before I was successful.

Before that I was driving around to get to a house. I took a highway in my BEV and was watching from a top-down view and then a map view and then a first-person view. All kinds of views of myself driving this route. The reason it was so significant was that I never drive highway, but every major road was turned into a highway, so I had to. I’d amazed myself by understanding the route despite the massive changes they’d made to the system. Feeling super proud of myself, I made it to the house which was more of a dental office than my house. My sister and mom were there.

Then we were driving with them in the car with me. I had pulled up to a parking spot and was annoyed by the older lady on the other side. I went out to charge my car at the charger but had to wait for her because she’d used the wrong charger. Instead of using the one on her side, she used the one that belonged to my parking spot. Just as I was staring about to complain, she put it back and so I took it and started charging my car.

Then I was at work. It was still morning, and I was listening to the 2 practitioners in the 2 rooms by me. One was my usual coworker, the other was a new person. I was chilling on my stool, leaning up lazily against the counter and playing on my phone. I was so totally engrossed in what I was doing when all of the sudden, my boss ran into the room and asked me what was going on. I was disoriented because I was so into my phone, when panic struck me, because there was no patient in the chair! I’d only assumed that I was waiting for an exam when I hadn’t even seen a patient, yet! What time was it? 8:40am!? I was 40 minutes into an appointment I hadn’t even called the patient back, for!? Trying to deal with crisis, I calmly answered my doctor’s question about a patient. She advised me to write something in the notes. While she was saying that, to my dismay, I heard the front desk tell a patient that someone would come out to get them soon and that she was sorry we were delayed. I then quickly set up my room (of course it wasn’t even set up yet) and went through his chart which had the word “snob” and “30” written in by someone. Clearly someone the front desk had a run-in with before. I quickly deleted those words and called back my patient who turned out to be a high maintenance guy that only wanted to see me. Typically, patients like that are extremely obnoxious to deal with…and I was 40 minutes late pulling him back with no good excuse. I sat him in the chair, and he immediately complained about how dark it was. Confused, I turned towards the window to find the shades fully down. He was right it was extremely dark in the room. I’m pretty sure it was just sunny and super bright…but whatever. Even as I raised the blinds, the outside weather was very dark, heavy clouds having rolled in within the time it took me to call him to the operatory. The next few minutes were the most clumsy and awkward minutes I’ve had as a practitioner since I was in school. Nothing was set up properly, my pack was missing key instruments, I hadn’t washed my hands, the computer screen wasn’t showing the proper chart, I wasn’t wearing a mask or gloves, and I kept digging into a duffle bag for the other instruments I needed. He didn’t seem bothered by any of this thank GOD, but then I wasn’t paying attention and managed to swipe my instruments on the inside of his lips by accident. To try and cover it up, I grabbed his lip with my fingers and palpated a large mass of some sort while noting the laceration I’d created next t to it. He truly did have an abnormality there! I asked if he’d had that a while (to distract him. It worked). He garbled yes, it had been there a while.

It was going so poorly that I woke up.

Asians, Bathroom, Enemy, *Boss Fight

It was late afternoon, and I was walking along the road near a shopping center. I turned down the road towards a Giant which was nestled deep within the trees. As I got closer to the bridge, I saw that a guy had turned around and walked away. Confused, I continued on my way, seeing the store and all the people “in it” seated in front of the store on chairs as if the store was a stage. Trouble in the form of a redneck looking white man with handlebar moustache, a red cap, a white A-shirt tight over a beer belly and toting a shotgun blocked my way at the end of the bridge. He told me to turn around, that my kind wasn’t welcome there. To his credit, he wasn’t being horribly mean, just stating the facts. I looked all around and was considering how much I wanted to make a scene and how illegal this was, when I saw another, skinnier man with a gun lurking in the trees nearby. He carried a much more lethal energy, so I let the other man escort me back to the road. Along the right side I saw a bunch of plots and a storehouse of sorts. Then I realized they were camping spots. I lightly exclaimed at how neat it was that the place had campgrounds. The man didn’t say anything and just turned around to return to his bridge guarding duty. I was fuming at that point but didn’t think I could do much because I assume law enforcement was either under the group’s thumb or they agreed to the sentiment. I guess I was in Trump Country.

Then it was nighttime. I’d wandered down the road again just to see what was going on, and was surprised to see that all people of color who had tried to get to the Giant had been ordered to sit in chairs on the side of the bridge closer to the road while the white people sat on the other. Bad seats, for sure. Asians, black, other races… I sensed something violent about to go down and so I slipped away back to the road. The foot traffic on there was immense. Given that I had nowhere else to go, the place was unfamiliar to me, and my car had gone missing at that point, I didn’t know what to do. That’s when I spotted my mom’s cousin in the crowd. I ran after her and begged her for a ride. She kept making excuses, but I felt unsafe and was desperate to escape.

Moving on, I was inside of a Target in the nighttime. I found my mom checking out and buying some really large giftbags along with other seemingly useless items. The guy got bored of scanning items, so had me do it. I did a terrible job, and then the manager came over to check the bags, I guess because they were suspicious of me stealing things. She looked through the receipt and had me pull out the items.

Then I was inside a very large building, like a university or a large workplace. I really had to use the bathroom but didn’t know where anything was in the clearly new building. I kept opening doors but to my chagrin, the bathrooms were not yet open because it was too early in the morning. 2 men were with me all waiting to use the bathrooms, too. According to my watch we only had about 3 minutes to wait, but I really needed to go. The 2 guys joked with each other and tried all the doors. I couldn’t understand why there were 5 doors with different bathrooms in the same area. As soon as they opened, the guys ran in. I kept trying the other doors only for them to be either a man’s bathroom or something stupid like a bathroom inside of a container? I needed to use the bathroom, but I didn’t want to give up my dignity around the 2 dudes to do it. When I finally found one, it was so gross and sticky, I wanted to wait for the guys to be done. BUT THEY TOOK SO LONG. Eventually, I decided to just hold it, and wandered over to a different part of the hallway. There, I saw that the company was installing EV chargers! I was super stoked. Inside?? The 2 men were going to leave, but I beckoned the black guy over to show him the charger. He also had an EV and he was pretty stoked, too, asking me how I thought they were going to pull it off given the place was inside? I surmised that they would install garage doors and have 2 EV chargers. In my head, I tried not to get my hopes too high up because I was willing to bet money that someone would always be hogging the place with their stupid cars. As the 2 men continued to talk, I left the hallway and continued on my way…

…to the place I was supposed to have been all along before I took the potty break. I entered the classroom, taking in that I’d made it just in time. The enemy had turned the place into a dark, fluorescent den. Her students were all but gone or destroyed. I’d arrived to see that the Hero team had procured the help of a rat and had tunneled their way out of certain doom. Good thing I could fit down the hole and the enemy could not! We ended up outside in the home of a bunch of weasel type of creatures. There was some discussion about what to do next, but it was taking too long! As I feared, she quickly found us, so the Hero team took to the skies and ended up in a floating city. It wouldn’t be long before she came, so we rushed over to what was clearly the location of the final stand: water and rocks all floating in the sky.

* Curiously, there was a large bed in the middle of the expansive space, dark and glowy purple. I wasn’t sure what the plan was (at this point I was merely a spectator and not actually involved), but she then showed up all menacingly, and I held my breath in anticipation of the fight. One of the Heroes, a big, muscular man tackled her to the ground. Eager to witness a fight, I was disappointed when I realized he was not wearing any clothing at all and after a brief struggle, mounted, and, started furiously banging her. I’m not sure how willing of a partner she was, but once he started, she wasn’t doing a lot of fighting back. They kept moving to different places to go at it, and eventually ended up on the bed. She was getting really worn down by that point…I guess that was the way to defeat her?

Then I woke up.

Lottery Ticket, Dental Assembly

I had arrived at a place that looked really rundown. It had been clearly abandoned, the empty, sad houses full of solar panels. Every home had many panels on their roofs. A man was there, definitely a developer, looking around. A woman and some other people were voicing their concerns, saying that they didn’t want the place to be developed. The man was nodding and said that there would convene an assembly to decide the fate of the property location in a short time. A short time later, I found myself wandering around in an official building. I noticed lots of healthcare workers arriving, all wearing lab coats and/or scrubs. I didn’t know what it was about, or really cared. I, myself, was wearing scrubs, having just come from work. I walked around the place looking at the signs and plaques on the wall. The group seemed to be convened around the desks, and I happened to wander by just when one of the women wearing surgery scrubs motioned towards me, and said, “–and it creates very good abdominal muscles!” She indicated that I should pull up my scrubs and show off my abs, but first off all, I wasn’t in whatever meeting that was, secondly, I wasn’t about to pull up my shirt in front of all these people, and third, I had no ab muscles to speak of! Just flab. When I wasn’t forthcoming, she spread her arms around and asked all healthcare providers with strong abs to raise their shirts and show them to the assembled. Basically, everyone in healthcare uniform except for me, stood up and raised their shirts, flexing and showing off. I sat down and patted the flab around my belly self-consciously while those assembled oohed and aaaahhed

Later, I was with a male that went unpictured. We were on a mission to find a guy. Well, we found him. My henchman and I bound him and dragged him into a corner of the facility we were in. A dark, quiet place. I rhetorically asked where my heat gun was only to see it where I’d left it last time on a desk, and then laughed. As the guy fought and begged, my partner held him still while I pulled out a lottery scratcher and a roll of green translucent tape. I think the idea was that the tape would be wrapped around an object and then when heat was applied, it would shrink wrap. I started smugly wrapping the tape around the lottery ticket, making sure to keep the pieces flat so they wouldn’t bubble or get pinched. The man was afraid! So afraid! I wrapped it carefully around the scratcher, all the while laughing inside that the man would finally get his due! That’s when I remembered that I would need to record the number on the scratcher in order to be admissible in court. I went to take pictures of the scratcher with my phone.

And was in my house at the dining table. My grandma was there, too, with my mom. It was nighttime. My grandma was saying something about how the person down the street was a dentist, too. I wasn’t paying attention and went to take pictures of my scratcher on the table. It was hard to get a decent image of the numbers because the overhead light was glaring in different places.

Bathroom, people, mall

I was in a house with a guy and a girl who were my friends (unfamiliar). It was the guy’s house which was massive. He was a gay guy. We were talking in the hallway next to the stairs and I told him that I really needed to use the bathroom, except that it should be a bathroom that other people don’t use often…he laughed and pointed me to the far end of the house. I made my way through several hallways and ended up in a rather rough looking place–a stark difference from the rest of the opulent house. It was totally fine with me as I was going to be blowing it up anyways. LOL. I walked into the rough wooden door and found it to be a very large place with many interconnected but closed off stalls or varying combinations of toilets and showers. It was dead quiet, and I wandered through the maze of stalls searching for a toilet I wanted to use. As I was about to settle on one, I had the feeling that I wasn’t alone and sure enough I looked closer at the stalls and saw lots of people just sitting against the stall walls on the benches, but almost invisible as they were the same color as the wooden stall walls. I ran out of the bathroom, spooked, and went back to the gay guy. He kind of just rolled his eyes, then handed me a towel. I think he may have directed me to one of the regular bathrooms, assuring me it would be totally fine to use them.

Then I was in a mall. I might have been a security guard. As I patrolled the place, it was about time to close the building. Most of the people were gathered at the entrance. That’s when I was informed that I needed to find a guy and fast. He was about to commit suicide! It was someone I knew, a guy I went to school with but was currently a dentist. I ran through the empty mall in its maze of halls. I used one of the escalators whose top level was capped by a door, like a trap door. I guess those got closed off when the building shut down. I pushed my way through it and not finding my target on the upper floors, ran down to the basement level. I came upon a room where many students were having a night class. After sitting there and listening in for a little, I continued with my task. My target was in a far room with a window facing the plants otside. The sun was about to rise.

I don’t know what happened because I woke up.

Dog, females, computer

I was in the house I left. It was like a return to it because there were still a few items from before according to the dream. I was with a bunch of females I’m not familiar with, some of whom were supposed to be fellow colleagues or old classmates. Somehow I was crammed in between them against the far wall of my old bedroom. The room was sparsely furnished. They were filling out some paperwork or something and being generally rowdy. The one next to me was annoyed that she had to do it and hadn’t been prepared for it, so she asked me for some scrap paper. I picked up a few notepads, notebooks, and planners from the ground next to me and was looking for any looseleaf papers or whatever. I kept going through them and finding that they all contained ink writings on them. Making a mental note to read through it later, I kept looking. Eventually one of the other girls asked if she could write on something. SHe showed me an old story that I’d hand-drawn in marker. Wide-eyed, I slowly told her yes, even though she had already started writing on it, but I firmly asserted that she could ONLY write on the non-marked side. She rolled her eyes and then the rooms changed to another room where many people were seated on futons and chairs around the wall of the square room. I was uncomfortable still. A brown dog walked in and I lit up because I recognized the dog. I called his name, hoping that he’d recognize me and come. He did!! It was Tristan! He trotted over and sat right in front of me, ever alert. I couldn’t believe he was a rust-red color with white thrown in there. I petted him, remarking aloud how old he was. He looked old, just didn’t act old. What a good boy!

Then it changed again to the kitchen area. There were even more people I didn’t recognize. One guy was looking out the window, so I walked over and stood next to him, remarking at the creepy gnomes out there. We saw the gnomes, then an animal, then another animal, and then a bunny.

I was on my computer in that house chatting with a guy I haven’t talked to for years upon end. We were just catching up, when I looked at the time. It was 1:30am!! What??? I should have been asleep! I told him it was late, and I was signing off. I kept accidentally hitting buttons that errored out and ran script loops. By the time I was able to turn off the computer, it was past 2am. I walked over to my bed to sleep when I realized that the music was still playing, and my keyboard hadn’t turned off. Are you kidding me??

There was some other stuff about a coworker, but that was earlier in the night and I’ve plumb forgotten. Something about nighttime, an office or something, cars, family.

Work, Commute train, classroom, wrong patient, gate

This is a few days’ worth.

I was at work and my coworker was so busy that she couldn’t handle the load. I tried to help out by taking a male patient for her since I wasn’t doing anything in particular. As he walked to the op with me (unfamiliar man) he seemed kind of off. In my chair, I took some x-rays and was very surprised because the radiolucency at the apices of his teeth indicated a heart attack! I ran to get my doctor, but we started yakking about other stuff and then I mentioned casually that I needed him to come do an exam for me. As I was briefing him about the x-ray, he exclaimed, “THIS IS VERY SERIOUS” and literally ran from the office. I had simply gotten distracted and forgotten. Ooops.

With a large group of people, I would regularly commute on his train/subway/metro. There was one regular whom I disliked greatly and would often fight with for seats and queue place. It wasn’t that I cared to be first, or to have the best seats or anything like that, I just wanted to annoy them because they annoyed me. This went on for a bit until one day the commuters had to travel a distance down a road to get to a new train or location for a train because something out of our control had occurred. As I was one of the first to board, I went to look for seats. The car was different from the usual one without the usual seats. I decided to sit in a nice armchair, when I saw the annoying regular huffily changing seats (looking for the nice ones, no doubt) and then rudely demanding stuff of the attendant. I watched the person with disdain for a bit before asking the attendant if he recognized the person. He told me he did not, and I proceeded to explain the situation. A nearby regular confirmed this and the attendant shook his head. I didn’t feel like being obnoxious that particular time, but if the person pushed me into it, I wasn’t opposed to it.

I was in a classroom with a bunch of other people, all adults. The class could be outside or inside, it just depended on what the teacher wanted. There was a project the instructor had us do where she passed around a sheet with a person’s face on it. Mine had the face of a particular male, a decent-looking guy around my age. I’m not sure what we were supposed to do with it, maybe stitch around the face to make some sort of craft. I wasn’t really paying that much attention because one of our projects involved our patients and there was something quite wrong with one of mine. The next day we returned to the class where I was still mulling over my dilemma with the patient. The instructor, a male that day, was going over the pictures from the day prior and that’s when I realized that I had been the only student to have received a picture of the male. Everyone had the same female face on theirs. Not only that, but mine looked quite a bit like the male instructor. I was suddenly very aware of this and wondered why the female instructor (an older, middling lady) had given it to me. The male instructor saw that I was struggling with something, so he came over to help. I tried to keep my face from turning red, but he made it easy because he asked me about my patient. I confirmed my suspicion with him that I had the wrong chart. He helped me fix it because my patient’s information was under his mother’s for some reason (a Korean guy). On top of it, I needed to tell my patient that the periodontal prognosis for his posterior teeth was not good given the very deep pocketing. I was annoyed by that part simply because he hadn’t been under my care for a few years.

Earlier than that were a few dreams involving running through levels with a group of people I needed to get to a certain part of the map without getting them captured. It was very dark, and I had to try and sneak them through enemy lands without being detected or getting anyone killed. They were all fellow operatives that had been taken prisoner and each had their own special abilities that I needed to utilize.

Work, Diagnosis, Clothes

I was at work though the location was unfamiliar. I was running behind as usual, and I had a new patient. I ran out to the dim waiting room to get him. There was some guarded relief to see that he was young. He gathered up his many coats and came back to the room with me which looked more like a medical office than a dental office. Sitting on the examination bed/chair, I took some x-rays and then started asking him questions and looking at his chart. Although he claimed that his medical history was unremarkable, I sensed the opposite, and after a bit of prodding, he finally came clean that he had been diagnosed at his previous office with something complex that I can’t remember now. He wrote the name down for me, and I told him that I’d be right back because I needed to speak to the doctor. He did not seem happy. I made my way to the doctors’ office and saw my male doctor, but then saw a female doctor I was not familiar with. She had dark long hair and darker skin, and I immediately knew she was a medical doctor. I walked up to both of them, though I was really aiming for her and read out the name of the condition. They both started conferring and explained to me what that was. Basically, it was bad news for the young patient, and I rushed back to take a chest x-ray. When I got there, he was gone. I went up front to confirm that he had left. He had. However, he had forgotten his water bottle. I had just finished saying he might return for it when lo and behold who showed up? My man! The color drained out of his face when he saw me, and I asked him to come back with me, not expecting him to. He did! Shoulders sagging, he trudged back to the examination room with me. I set up to take the x-ray.

And then it moved to something else. I was then traveling along the gravel/dirt road near some woods. Along the way I met a young, athletic dark-skinned female. She was stressing out and I wanted to help. She told me she was supposed to be down the road at an athletic event, but she forgot/lost her clothes! The ones she had on then were definitely inappropriate for something like that. I set down my duffel bag and immediately started rummaging around in it. Delighted, she stepped off the road into some thick vegetation. I pushed my things in with her and to my surprise she immediately stripped her clothes off. I picked out the 2 sports bras I had with me but warned that my clothes were a bit large since I’m not the smallest person around. Her boobs were not visible in my dream despite her being stark naked, so I guess my bra fit her well? She seemed happy, at least. I shrugged and returned to rummaging. For some reason all of my clothing seemed to have the American Flag on them. She grabbed a shirt and some pants, seeming to skip the underwear which was relieved to see because sharing undies seemed very weird. I never thought my clothes would fit her, but she didn’t complain. The only thing left were shoes which I did not have another pair, but before I could voice my concerns, she was already running down the road towards the event. I worried that I wouldn’t get my stuff back, so I followed her.

Disney, Family, Guy

I was really excited to be going to Disney! I rushed down the narrow hallway leading to the entrance and a worker helped me prepare to go inside the park. For that every person needed a strap and something else. He went and got it for me, and I went into the park! I wandered around a lot, taking things in. Eventually, I ended up in this open-air place with lots of tables, fun music, and faux woods. It was a tasting area and you got to choose anything to eat. My brother and sister were already there. We decided to eat ice cream, and MANNNN it was GOOOD. I knew my mom was coming to join us, so I kept looking around for her and soon, there she was having finished with work. She stood by the entrance to the eating area and took pictures of us.

Some other stuff happened.

I was at the house I grew up in and then it was time for us to go somewhere. I had changed into my sleep clothes, but it seemed inappropriate for me to wear to go somewhere, so I put on a Mario T-shirt and a Pikachu novelty necklace. First, my mom drove my car through this beautiful place with meadows, dirt roads and stuff. We came upon a part of the road where there was water running through it. Some prankster had left random items on the road and I warned my mom about them, but she ran over the porcelain teapot anyways. Ugh. Then we were walking on the same dirt roads, talking. It was my family again, mom, sister, brother, and me. We waded through some more of the water and soon came upon a fork of sorts.

My brother and I decided we wanted to go back to Disney. I was super excited, but it was hot and I proudly exclaimed that I hadn’t shaved my armpits while wearing two layers of tank tops. I ran ahead while my brother who was carrying a large patio/beach umbrella trailed further behind and my mom and sister veered off to go somewhere else. I returned to the same corridor/hallway from the first Disney visit. This time there was a sign saying that every person would need a strap set and something else. I didn’t know what to get, so I left the equipment room and saw that there was a help desk with an attendant. I walked through the garage/wholesale looking place to get to the worker. I saw that my brother had sort of caught up and so I booked it to the counter. Along the way I passed a fat guy around my age, they kind that would be really gross and nerdy but in a bad way. Neckbeard type. I tried to hurry along, but he came up beside me and started going through my backpack. I whipped around and told him to lay off, but he’d taken something from my bag. My brother had caught up at this point, but it wasn’t enough for the guy to give me back my thing. I took the large umbrella from my brother which turned into a regular umbrella with a very long extendable handle which I extended and menaced the guy with. He was half laughing, half nervous when I started wielding it, then tried to either smack me or hit me with the object he’d taken from me. With my brother blocking his retreat, I decided to give him a good whack with the umbrella before he could hurt me. I hit 2 or 3 times, the first strikes warnings and not hard at all, but he refused to cooperate and just kept jeering and baiting me. Last time’s the charm, so I full-strength nailed him in the hip to the point where the umbrella bent. His face was one of shock and he fell back against the shelving behind him in pain. STILL not giving me back my item. I stomped over to the attendant and told him the story. The attendant’s eyes and mouth flew open, and he stared at me and the guy, not knowing what to do about everything. I was getting more and more annoyed.

Work, Guy, Gable

I was at a concert or some event with lots of people. Eventually, I decided that it was overwhelming and went for a walk to get away from it. As I was walking around a nice downtown neighborhood, I caught sight of my old orchestra teacher Mr. K. He was walking around trying to advertise his musical lesson services to passerbys and neighborhood people. I waved at him and he waved back, but kept his distance and kept trying to get people’s attention. I laughed inside because he’d always been a bit awkward when it came to social interactions. I just stood there watching and waiting for him to be done so that I could talk to him for a little bit. That’s when this guy walks by, probably in his 40s and starts ranting about Mr. K, gesticulating menacingly at him. Something about letting that man of all people teach our children, a sham of a musician, etc. I was getting annoyed and angry. There’s nothing wrong with disagreeing with people, but the way he was doing it was not cool. From what I could gather from his tirade, he either used to be a disgruntled student, or a jealous colleague, basically making his argument null in my mind. Mr. K was standing there, not seemingly bothered by the outburst. When the man saw me, he stalked over, demanding to know what I saw in my old teacher. I stood my ground and told him like it was, how Mr. K was an awesome teacher that I’d had throughout both middle school and high school, and that I held no other higher in that regard. The man was NOT happy at my insolence and defense of my teacher, and I could feel the bodily harm he intended me. There was no doubt in my mind that given the first opportunity, he’d abduct me, beat me, and probably rape me too. That’s when I noted the distinct bandana the man wore wrapped around his head. I was wearing my work clothes, so I, too, had a bandana on. Mr. K waved graciously at me and I hightailed it back to the event to find my male friends. As I hurried out of the neighborhood knowing that he was already following me, I planned how I’d hide in the crowd, changing my head bandana to match the others and wearing something completely different as quickly as possible. Eventually, I found my friends and told them the story. Being younger guys (I must have been college aged), they joked a bit, but I wasn’t joking at all. This man meant to hurt me badly. I saw the flash of his distinct bandana and the escape was on.

Then I was at work. My first patients were an old couple. Very friendly, nice people. I needed to take a bunch of x-rays on the wife, but not the husband who had already had his done. She needed PAs and not BWs, so I went ahead and tried to take them, except every time I tried to take them, not only did I have to physically bend the XCP to adapt around the floor of her mouth, but they kept coming up as BWs instead of PAs. I was getting frustrated, but trying not to show it. Then my doctor came in for the exam and I had to explain the situation. She was okay with it, though. I left to go brush my teeth after cleaning up another room and checking the schedule. The office was dark as it usually is in my dreams and we not only had the hygienist St, but some other one I was not familiar with. I was brushing my teeth and went to a sink to spit the toothpaste out, but I realized after I did, that the doctors and the sales rep were standing right there. Oops. How rude and gross of me. Not only that, but my spit out was bloody. How long had it been since I’d brushed my teeth? I rinsed the sink and went to a different sink to finish. Then I was in the sterilization area setting up another tray when I found a bunch of documents to read over from a former worker. It made me laugh and I decided to highlight the funny words with a highlighter. Then I made my way back to my operatory to set up for my next patient. There, in the darkness of the office, St was lying in my chair. I asked her if she wanted a cleaning and she kind of said yes. I was okay with that as long as she helped me clean up the room for my next patient. I tried to put the polisher together to use, but it kept falling apart and soon it was getting late. My boss poked her head into the room–

–and I woke up.

This one was from the other day: The place was gloomy. It was deep underground, stalagmites and stalagmites in a massive cavern, water and endless pits abound. It had its own light source from high in the impossible to see vaulted ceiling, but it was very dark in the shadows. I was navigating around the place which seemed to be crumbling and dangerous at every turn, waterfalls, falling rocks and fragile cliffs throughout. I was with a female perhaps someone I’d met along the way, but she was very gothy and depressive. Despite that, it was nice to have a companion in the gloom. Thwarting all sorts of danger and navigating through ongoing battles, I found what I was there for: my dog. I was looking for my dog. He didn’t look much like the Gable I knew, but I knew it was him even though I couldn’t picture his face and he looked like a zombie. His fur was all shades of gray, his fur existing in disintegrating clumps, though his skin was also gray. He walked familiarly alongside my left and we made it to a train of carts on rails that ascended up just in time. I jumped in after loading my companion in who seemed to be getting weaker and weaker, but as the car started moving, I realized Gable wasn’t there anymore. It was too late now, but I kind of knew that was how it would happen. That’s when I looked over at my companion to see that she was also turning gray, bleeding, and then simply fell out of the cart. I was by myself, the even climbing cart taking me back to where I belonged.

Old man, driving, men*, hospital

My job was to ferry around an older man as a personal driver of sorts. I’m not sure if he was paying me so much as I was doing him a favor. We were driving to downtown Richmond to the Cathedral. He looked like a patient from work. I was driving along when I pulled into a picturesque public parking area right by the river to turn around. As I pulled back into the road, he told me to turn at the next road. I was going to use a different approach, but his was probably more direct, crossing the bridge, so I went that way mostly to get him out of my car faster. We’re almost at the Cathedral when suddenly we were walking. I guess they had blocked off the road. Right in front of the Mosque, there was a large throng of people. I was looking around wondering what was going on when I realized I’d lost my ward. I started asking the people around me and trying to see everyone’s faces but everyone kind of looked the same. That’s when someone pointed out a man further in the crowd who was wearing nothing but his boxer briefs. I cringed, a funny feeling telling me that was my old man. I walked over to him and pulled him back towards the area of the car. His face had changed at that point.

* The next thing I knew, I was knelt down on the ground next to the old man whose face had changed again. Around me were a bunch of other people knelt down near older men and around the entire group was a crowd of onlookers sitting on the ground. A person was standing at the opening of the horseshoe formation guiding the group with instructions. The men on the ground were all naked. I was busy wondering how I’d gotten into this awkwardness to begin with and hoping that I was getting paid well as I moved my client into various positions, keeping my eyes firmly on his torso and upwards. My client in particular kept being uncooperative and moving into positions the rest of the group wasn’t doing yet. I was massaging his body like the others at that point and a part of me realized with dread, the point of this entire exercise: naked men on the ground on their backs, younger people massaging their bare skin all over… Groans and moans sounded from all over, but especially from the man below me. Then all the men on the ground bent their knees in a sit-up position and spread their legs. All around me were erections and I glanced southward on my client to find he was no different. He was getting really loud, too, as I rubbed his chest, and I worried that people were staring at us. Suddenly commotion to my left side drew everyone’s attention. A naked man was convulsing, having some medical emergency. I looked to my right at the audience ringing us in, particularly noticing an older woman among the crowd. Everyone was staring at the convulsing man. My client was moaning louder and louder. I looked down and he motioned towards his nipples. I started tugging on the left nipple ring he had, but he shook his head. The magic touch ended up being simultaneous rubbing of his nipples and armpits. As soon as I swirled all 4 points at the same time, he arched his body upwards, threw his head back, gritting his teeth. I didn’t want to watch him climax, so I looked up towards the crowd again, feeling him shudder beneath my hands. Ejaculate flew through the air, signaling his ecstasy, some landing on the hair of the woman in the crowd and more on my arm. No one in the crowd noticed anything at all. I gingerly wiped the fluids from my arm and turned to take in the convulsing man. There was a dog pile of the naked male bodies, as I guess they had tried to stop his convulsions. *

Finally free from my “patient,” I rushed over and yelled for someone to call 911! Everyone just stood around gawping, so I ran back to my belongings to grab my phone. I dialed and a bored woman answered, stating that sending the car meant that the $700 half had to paid upfront and the other half upon destination delivery. I was confused, thinking I’d dialed a taxi, but she confirmed it was indeed the ambulance. I told her it was way too expensive and hung up. No way I had that kind of money on me. I shook my head, telling the few people remaining on scene, when a person pulled up in a wagon. The young man jumped out and said he’d ferry the victim to the hospital, except he didn’t know where it was. I searched through my head and then my phone for the building, when I realized that I had stupidly placed the hospital building at the very far end of my game city. Not only was it at the very edge, but it was only accessible by train. Just as I was showing them on my phone how to reach the building, the train rails disintegrated, and the train crashed down the cliffs. We all laughed and I moved the building closer by. I went to visit the cartoony hospital where the handsome young doctor was treating an Indian child. He was trying to perform anesthesia on the kid’s messed up foot. I was watching and waiting to talk to the doc. The small room really needed some work. I guess when I moved it too quickly, I broke the walls. He then began using a bur on the end of the syringe for something and I mentioned that he uses the toss-away burs, too? He smiled winningly at my knowledge and I beamed.

Then I was driving down the road after dropping my client off at the Cathedral. It must be time to pick him up, but he hasn’t called me yet. The sky was getting dark and rainy. I drive up and find that mass has been over for a while. I walk up to the entrance to find him and don’t have to look far because there he is standing with the priest and other church administrators. Except that he’s saying something not so good because everyone else is frowning. I sigh because he is clearly senile or demented. The priest is answering tightly but respectfully when I stroll up and wrap my arms around him to lead him away. We walk as it gets darker and darker. I’m following a young female, and she leads us across the main street. I don’t know what to do because our car has broken down and we can’t get home. That’s when we see that a townhome is up for lease and we rent it for the night. It even has a single garage! I manage to get the car inside and my client says to me that he will pay for the car to be fixed whenever we can get a mechanic over to look at it as it is the least he can do for all that he’d put me through that day. I am satisfied and we all go into the house to sleep.

Friend

First off, let it be known that I intended to sleep in today, but just as I was busy defending those plans to myself and getting ready to drift back to sleep, a very clear deeper-female-sounding voice sounded in my room, near the foot of my bed to the right side. I now can’t remember what it said, just one sound like, “Doh.” Or something like that (I can’t believe I don’t remember it now!). My eyes snapped open in the dark and I wondered if I had said that myself, but my mouth was not only tightly closed, but my vocal cords had no recollection of contraction. Not only that, but right after that noise sounded, Cora groaned a little. I thought maybe she could have made a sound like that, but when she groaned, there was no way she made a “D” sound and the voice sounded quite distinctly different from hers. I got up, considering that it was a sign that I should.

Anyways.

I was at work and running behind. As usual, it was very dark there as it usually is in my dreams. Maybe dream work doesn’t like overhead lights? C called me over to say that the patient after my next patient canceled. I was relieved because I was already 20 minutes late. I looked out into the waiting room to see my friend, N! She was wearing light blue scrubs and I brought her back to my chair, all excited. I asked her where she had come from to not only drive all the way to my office, but to have to wait like she did. She told me it wasn’t too far away, just King and Country County. It WAS far away.

Then all of the sudden I was driving her somewhere. While we sat at a light, a bunch of wheat grass grew quickly all around us, followed by a big grass cutting mower. It mowed all around us, leaving me sitting on top of a bunch. I wasn’t worried because my car is capable. My friend asked me if my brother still cut the grass and I told her that he did sometimes, mostly because he really enjoyed it and it was good exercise. I looked at the clock and told her that it’s a good thing that my next patient canceled because the way traffic was looking, I’d only have about 10 minutes to clean her teeth. In my mind I was worried that they’d fill the next slot.

Finally, we arrived at the destination which was my grandparents’ house, except my grandparents weren’t there. Only a bunch of guys. I was there because I needed to change their living room curtain. The one that was on there, I had put there temporarily. The new one had 2 layers and would do a much better job of blocking the sun. The guys were balking about it and making my job a bit harder, but I kept extolling the benefits of what I was doing. When I went to take down the temporary curtain to replace it, I was surprised to see that it was such a nicer material and color than the one I was putting up which looked more like a shower curtain with a liner. My friend helped me set it all up, while the guys jeered from the sofa. I threw another set of linens at the leader and he complained that it was from IKEA, implying the inferior quality. I turned around and smugly told him that it was actually from Target which sent him looking for the tag. I went back to my task suddenly realizing that I had no idea what brand it was and it could have been from Kmart.

I never even got to clean my friend’s teeth.

Bug, Kill, People

It was rainy and dark out and I was in an old town where it was cobblestone and brick. The aura of the place was dark and gloomy, and there was a bug, a beetle or something. Signs of life other than the residents there was apparently a strange thing. The “authorities” assigned me to kill and dispose of it, and sent me to the dark, overgrown graveyard to get the job done. The bug had stopped moving which seemed to placate the “authorities” and I stuck it in my pocket to add to the death pile. What they didn’t know was that it was alive inside of my pocket. No one spared me another glance as I dawdled around in the graveyard death pit. The bug was safe in my pocket and I slipped a corn kernel in with it for sustenance. Then I went to go stand with some other people and waited out my chance to escape the terrible place.

The city changed to a neighborhood and there were many people there. It wasn’t dark and gloomy anymore, but I didn’t like the situation any better. The people were raucous and uncaring of the world’s predicament outside of the bubble they were in. The neighborhood was having a celebration of some sort because it was late summer/early fall and warm. Grills, games, drinks. I was at the far end of the street, but people still gathered around me, particularly some probably drunk, obnoxious men along with tipsy females. That’s when the dick battles started all while they were standing close and around me. I tried to get them to stop, but they wouldn’t. They just moved to the edge of the neighborhood for a bit and the dick battling (like, pants unzipped, man on man tournaments with busty females fawning and giggling…) became less of a taboo, hidden thing and more of an exhibition. I stood up and pointed an accusing finger at them, shaming them for doing such a thing in front of houses where children resided, but they didn’t care and just kept on. I stormed back to my house, intent on solving the sinful problem the entire neighborhood seemed to have. In a world that was failing and on the brink of destruction, those in that little pocket of space held neither care nor scruples to help. They would only help to tip the world towards that negativity that would ultimately end it. I decided that everyone must die. Except my mom couldn’t know about it.

Flash forward into the future where I had my own death pit in the deep dank recesses of the house. It was full of dead bodies. On the plus side, the neighborhood was never so calm. No more shenanigans, no more sinful behaviors. Only hope. I thought I had gotten everyone at that point. I had one helper, an older man, who was powerless, but my assistant. Unclear if it was a volunteer basis. He didn’t fully approve of my actions, but did nothing to hinder my duty. My mom was about to come home and I thought everything was done, but then a young man with glasses and dark, curly hair burst into the house. I had missed one. My tools were all tucked away and cleaned, but he had to be disposed of. I selected a few Crayola markers (had to use what was around and the house was very neat and tidy) while my assistant went to distract the victim. I came into the small bedroom while the young man was stuck into a corner between the bed and the wall. I wasn’t afraid of anyone looking in the window because the population had been drastically culled by that point. He seemed to know what was to come, his face one full of terror and lack of understanding. Without fanfare, I jammed the marker into his throat. He gurgled but did not go down, still just staring at me with questioning eyes. The marker wasn’t strong enough to rip his young, firm neck muscles, so I pulled out the other markers that I’d use to finish the job. I preferred a clean kill and this would take some serious cleanup. I tried to jam the uncapped markers into his torso, but he was too fit and firm, so I jammed the other markers into multiple places in his throat. Finally, he went down, but I didn’t get to see it, because my mom came home. I left and closed the door, trusting the disposal to my obedient-though-unhappy assistant. That’s when I went to distract my mom. Immediately she asked what was wrong because she could feel that something was off and it was too quiet. I assured her it was nothing, just me cleaning up the house because I’d made a mess. She couldn’t know. She couldn’t ever know.

Car, guys

I arrived at an auto garage and was looking for help. I saw a machine on the ground, like an engine or something. Another customer came up behind me and saw it too. I was content with waiting around for someone to help me, but he said we should just start it up because it would make everything go by faster. I thought maybe he knew what he was doing so we did. It started sputtering, I saw oil working inside of it and then it fell over, spilling liquid on the floor and breaking the glass container. I was like, “uhhh…” and he said, “it’s ok, I just need to clone the protocol,” then proceeded to whip out his phone. A female worker came out at this point and accused him of cheating. He turned around and wasn’t particularly bothered by the barb. I backed off as she dealt with him and found a guy to help me. Apparently I couldn’t decide what kind of pistons or plugs or whatever for my engine and he tried to explain the 2 choices to me, but I started feeling sleepy because that’s what happens when I hear car talk.

I thanked him and then wandered to another part of the garage where I met a thin guy who was super eager to help me. I asked him to explain to me the difference again and he tried to do so, writing on a whiteboard to help. I realized he had a French accent. As he went on and on with the lesson, I tried my best to pay attention. Eventually, 2 more guys (1 of whom was the other guy who tried to help me) poked their head in to listen. The French guy mentioned that the engine would get hot if, blahblahblah, and I motioned towards the 2 guys and said, “Well, it’s getting real hot in here right now.” Everyone was a little embarrassed and the French guy seemed a little sad. That’s when he beckoned me to him and took me over to my car. I hopped in the passenger seat and he in the driver seat.

It was nighttime outside and the roads were empty. He raced my car around while explaining again the two choices. I wasn’t paying attention to what he was saying so much as him. Then he sped up and flew my car into the water. That’s when he recommended that I go with the more steady, but slower of the two choices. Instead of being terrified and angry, I was very impressed, and then it got even more impressive when an underwater door opened and he drove my car into it (I could breathe!). I exclaimed that I no water was getting into the car at all, and he just smiled. Inside the door, we surfaced out of the water and ahead of us was a big TV screen.

When I woke up, it was morning and I was in a twin bed in the same room as him, except he was on his own full bed. I smiled and wandered over to wake him up, but he got up on his own. We exchanged pleasantries. That’s when I realized that my shirt was on backwards and I wondered what we’d gotten up to the night before. We were still in the underwater house. I was thinking about engaging in some more fun from the night before, but he got up and left the room, putting an end to that. It was for good reason, too, because my mom was coming to visit.

Then I was traveling with my family to a family function. It was extremely crowded and I was definitely not dressed properly for a fancy occasion. It seemed I had so much fun with that guy that I’d forgotten all about the function. When I finally arrived, thank goodness there were some nice pants I could fit into, so I quickly ran into a closet to change clothes.