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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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Poop stations, mask, dorm

The last few nights over the weekend have been all about disturbing zombie dreams. Last night was a welcome departure from all of that and I slept relatively well…so much so, in fact, that I was mad I had to go to the bathroom (watermelon before bed!!) and mess up the dream.

I was walking around in the area we grew up in as kids with my immediate family. It was pretty hot and although I didn’t realize my dogs were with me, I picked up a bag of poop. We were supposed to walk all the way back to our house, 100 miles away, and I have no idea what happened to our car. All of the sudden, I remembered that if we go to one of the poop stations and then open up the map on my phone, then that’s how I usually fast travel around and that would be the best approach! We had just passed one of the stations, so I turned to go and deposit my poop bag too, when all of the sudden, there was a line to use it. Where in the world these people came from, I have no clue. Eh, so whatever, I know there is another one down the way we were walking, so I said, why don’t we keep going down literal memory lane. As we neared, my brother asked if it was barred off from our use, and indeed you could see some bars around it, but upon closer inspection, it was made more apparent that it was just design for that particular station. It was still so hot and I was getting tired, so coming upon the target location was such a relief. I happened to be wearing a backpack similar to the one I wore in college, and just like in college, the left strap had a cell phone holder…but it was a flip phone. I wonder what happened to my smartphone, but something was better than nothing and thankfully, the flip phone happened to be touchscreen too. Unfortunately…it was small, not very responsive and the signal was awful. The function worked, and the map instantly lit up with fast travel points that I recognized, but the map would NOT cooperate and go high up enough. It stopped about 60 miles from our current location and I had never been there so i was unsure of what would happen, but I figured that at least it would set us closer and maybe the map would allow us up more if we were there. So I went to choose the location which I knew to be on a military base (not the prison). It finally it worked after much poking and prodding on the primitive screen. Man, I’d be so glad once I was safely back home.

Arriving at the base, I was alone, but the dream had jumped forward timeline-wise too. Suddenly I was roped into being at the school dorm. Vaguely in the back of my mind I realized that it was an all-male school and I was the one female. I shared the Spartan, prison-like room/cell, with 1 other person, but the room suite included another room and a bathroom. One person was playing with a big mask that looked like a tapeworm head and I asked to don it and try it out too. The curtain next door to the room with 3 guys was open and I pretended to be a worm, waiting for someone to notice. One guy laughed while another guy said, “that’s not funny.” So then I closed the curtain. Then I decided to “play” with one of my suitemates by detaining his arms behind him and “dragging” him like that to the other room in my suite as a prisoner. We were going to have some fun with him and he didn’t seem to protest much, but…

…then I had to wake up.

I just remembered about another major dream I had last night about a college campus, some classes, being an operative again, maybe it was an operative school? But I had privileges others didn’t, and then forgetting my phone when I went to the bathroom and coming back to find it missing the case and back case, then plugging the hard drive into a computer and seeing the last person who took it, confronting her and then confronting the main culprit who said she sold the case to a traveling dealer. I had her  (big girl!!)on the ground, both arms behind her back and one leg pushed up to prevent escape and fighting. Going through her bag despite protests (there was a huge crowd of students around us) and finding no phone, but a handgun.

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Laughing, golf ride, underglow cars, locker, acquaintances, dental, monsters, beach house, bathroom

On this piece of property, like a vacation area of sorts, I get onto a cart ride on rails that runs through a golf course. It’s not all that exciting, but it’s a ride. It ends inside this huge stainless steel bucket atop the golf clubhouse with grass growing at the bottom. I get out and start driving in my car, I presume, back home. It’s dark now and the asphalt is shiny with wetness from a passing rain and suddenly there are these very sporty, low, expensive cars driving around with sponsorship all over them and surrounded by these electrical-looking fields on the ground. I exclaim, look at the underglow! so cool! The driver of my car starts trying to start something with one of them and I’m upset but thrilled at the same time, but the sporty car does not take the bait and instead turns around, still driving very slowly for such a fast car. There are more of them! Everywhere! I tell the driver to follow them and we lose track of the cars in a nondescript cluster of low, faded brick buildings with no windows. I get out of the car and the sign on one of the doors reads in boring lettering: Government Property. I figure this is where the suspicious activity is coming from, so I’m about to open the door to go in, when a tall man rushes at us from in between the buildings. Get out of here, he exclaims. You’re not supposed to be here! Then in a smaller tone, he whispers, you’re blowing my cover! Apparently I know this guy, so I leave as to not jeopardize his case, but I’m still disappointed because I wanted to see what was there.

Now I reach my destination which looks to be a row of lockers inside of a grocery store, adjacent to the dairy aisle. I’m with another person (I think I kept calling her Prentiss–as in Criminal Minds), and I explain to them that I need to stop by this spot to get some belongings (another glimpse of a dream just popped into my head, but it’s not clear at this point…something about a day care?). Lo and behold there is someone inside of my locker. An old friend! What are you doing in there? She explains that she’s been waiting for me and wants to hang out, but she’s been waiting too long and doesn’t want to hang out anymore. I laugh and apologize, but I have got to get to my assignment! So I grab what I need, close my locker and head off to my assigned location. It just so happens that I’m returning to this place from my dream past…a place that I’d spent some time as a dental hygiene student on rotation. And what a place: it was a dark, spooky, place full of old metal walkways and dark corridors, rusty ladders. I see lots of dental and hygiene students wandering around and doing their work, but it’s amazing to see this is the class of 2018 and 2020. My what a long time I have been working out in the field after graduation. As I walk around, I am acutely aware of the random encounters that I might experience like back then where I’d be expected to all of the sudden fight some very tough demons and ghosts and monsters that inhabit the dungeon. Even with all of the experience I’ve gained and my oversufficient level, the memory of the fear and anxiety from the past was real. I see my old hygiene classmate and an old dental friend, so I catch up with both of them. After a few hours there catching up and watching students perform the task they are supposed to, I’m ready to leave when on the screen pops up some text: “are you ready? Yes or no.” I laugh out loud at how much easier they’ve made this place that they give an option to fight, so I select no and continue my way out of there, passing the grisly dissections the students are performing.

Now I’ve arrived at the beach with my family. We troop into the beach house, and head out to the beach immediately. It’s at the very end of the island and to the right there is a steep, verdant hill leading up from the sand with cows or whatever animals populating it. Plenty of green plants are growing where the sand and dirt mingle and as I inspect it, I am satisfied, despite my initial disappointment at how far down the island we are, because my dogs have a good place to pee and walk and stuff. I can see on my mini map that the path isn’t too long, but just long enough for a good walk every day. I set our stuff out on the sand, choosing the soft, fluffy sand so that once I’m done with the umbrella, my dogs can lay with us. It’s a bit crowded. As I’m putting up the umbrella, I realize I’ve forgotten to bring out the sand bag that will weigh it down in the wind, but I’m too lazy to go get it. The lady digging in the sand behind me asks if I’m using my small shovel and wants to borrow it. I throw it at her and turn back to see my umbrella all blown inside out in the wind. The people around me laugh and I’m upset, trying to pull it back, only to be knocked silly by the powerful waves. I lose all of my stuff and go back inside. As it turns out the house is to be shared with another family. It is VERY tight with mismatched furniture and beds in weird places. I have to pee, so I look for the bathroom, but the only one in the house is a ridiculously and impossibly small completely see-through thing in the middle of the main floor. We all laugh incredulously. We are connected to this set of dungeon, dark, stone stair system, so i go check it out and there is a private toilet there! I go use it, but am terrified of the cold stone and creepy place, but it’s better to me than that impossible small, see-through one. We can’t get out of the rental because it would cost us $1000 to cancel. The other family agrees it’s a complete ripoff, but we try to make the best of it. I have to pee so badly again, that I decide that I’ve had enough and am just going to use the toilet when everyone’s “asleep.” We all laugh about it and the daughter from the other family starts playing her oboe. I’m never going to come back to this beach house ever and it’s getting a terrible review too.

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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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Bus, computer, work

The other night I dreamed of being in elementary school–not that I was that age again, but that I physically at the elementary school doing something. Classes were out and I led the procession out to the bus loop, my backpack on my back. I look around and it seems we’re early as there are no buses yet. The “kids” were hanging around waiting and I noted some of my old classmates sitting there waiting too. That familiar embarrassment of having to ride the bus instead of having my own car wasn’t so bad, seeing my other classmates. Eventually buses came and went, taking kids with them, but mine never did. A handful of us waited and some even went inside presumably to call their parents. I was panicking a little, because I knew no one was near that I could call to come pick me up, so I had to hold out as much hope as possible. I looked across the way, while waiting, and saw they had opened up a video game/anime/hobby shop right next to the school. In my mind it made sense for kids to hang out there while waiting for the bus or after school in general. I had a mind to go there, but then our bus came! …except it wasn’t so much a bus, as a big box van. I had no idea how all the kids would fit in there. I hopped up first into the passenger seat and encouraged the others to file into the back. The kids were apprehensive, but needed to go home and were looking to me to keep them safe. The weight of the responsibility was real! Eventually we made it into my old neighborhood, and there was one kid left. We asked where he lived and he said Norfolk. The driver said, OK that’s where we’re going first and then he’ll circle around and bring me home aftewards. What???

Last night there were several dreams, but only a few stood out. The first, I couldn’t place the setting, but on the TV screen there was showing a revamped Animaniacs! I grew disappointed, however, when it became evident that it was in all ways inferior to the original despite the cast of celebrity voices. Some random things happened and then I began watching my brother on his absolutely massive computer screen talk to this guy. He got up to do something, so I picked it up and started “playing” this game while talking to this obviously British guy. Real funny conversation, makes me laugh out loud. He starts asking me questions and I respond, and I begin to type this really long response, but it’s slow going because not only are my fingers so cold, they don’t work properly, but I have to use this amazingly slow responding touch screen with the smallest key pad like a phone. I go to write something intelligent in response to his question and accidentally hit the send button. I curse out loud and he responds with a “wot? wot the blinkin’ ‘ell is this?” Laughing and taking offense at my response. I try to type back, but it’s so SLOW, and he decides to cut off communication with me, enjoining me to continue to play his game as he is the THE developer, the man, for it. I’m exasperated, and my brother comes back and I tell him that the guy signed off.

Then, of course, the obligatory work dream. It’s a big area, and I’ve been off work for being sick. People are in their rooms, and I notice that one of the temps that had been in our office was there. I must have been away for a while, because she’s right chummy with everyone. As I was prepping my room, she’s in a waiting room nearby, exclaiming at the top of her lungs, “HEEEEEY, BITCH!!! HOW’S IT GOING!!!???” I quickly come get her and move her to my room. I talk and do her teeth, trying to keep up with the schedule, and then get up to tell the doc I’m ready for an exam. I proceed to walk across the way to my co-worker’s room who is still on vacation so that I can use her room which is for some reason in a cruddy-looking tiled shower stall. Whoever had been using it wasn’t cleaning it very well, so in disgust and smirking in my righteousness, I start wiping up all the nasty crap, wondering to myself how patients don’t notice stuff like that. Then, I hear that my doctor has made it into my room for an exam. I look back and see her sitting next to the temp, with the temp exclaiming again about “WOW HOW’VE YOU BEEN!” She doesn’t need me so I go back to cleaning up the space, when I suddenly realize that I hadn’t finished scaling 2 of the sextants. Oh. My. No doubt the doctor can see that, and I rush back into the room to see her scaling something she sees too. The temp is blissfully unaware and the doc gives me a look before leaving the room, while I pretend it was all planned this way and the patient was just in a hurry to leave. I sit down and start scaling quickly the areas I missed and realize to my horror that I missed a LOT. Talk about failure.

Man I hate dreaming about work.

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Avocado, class, Josh Groban

I was in my last semester of college and unlike other semesters (in previous dreams) I was actually going to attend class so that I could graduate! Loaded a couple classes into my schedule and attended my first day. I get into one class and the instructor looked like Josh Groban. He played with the lights a bit, demonstrating to the class what the lights would be like so that he could watch out for people sleeping (dark in the front, on in the back). I happened to be sitting in the very back corner next to this other dude. As the professor was saying that, I looked over in front of me where 3 rows up this Asian dude with glasses was straight up sleeping already. He starts class by drawing and writing on the right side chalkboard (projector was up front). “AVOCADO: and introductory course.” My eyes bug out and whisper to the kid next to me, “why in the hell am I taking a boring course like this?” Then it became apparent! I must be majoring in Biology? Because the parts of the avocado had names like Golgi apparatus, etc. I was like, OHHHHH!!! It’s because avocados are the perfect real life example of cell structure! Duh! Ok, this class is totally worth it now. We all write down notes as he says it and eventually as he talks he moves around the room to where I’m sitting against the wall of windows. I’ve been busy playing on my portable speaker some music and I keep trying to turn it down, but for some reason it keeps turning itself back up! As he stands there next to my desk, my music is loudly playing “Be Not Afraid,” a Christian church hymnal. I apologize and try to turn it down, but the lowest setting is still freaking loud. He just stands there, humming, and swaying to the song, otherwise enjoying it, until it ends and I turn it off, before returning to his lecture which at that point was just reading straight from the textbook. He moves to the front of the room, where he has an electric guitar and a complex, high tech amp/sound system he fiddles with. Obviously he’s about to serenade the class with some singing and music and by this time had turned into Josh Turner, not Josh Groban. Right before he’s about to strike the first cord….I wake up. GAAAAAHHH!!

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Burger King, family, HS

I was driving/walking around the area I grew up, supposedly on my way to school, when we saw a Burger King. I mentioned to my brother and mom that for some reason I never see anyone at BK during night or day, but it’s always jam-packed for breakfast. My brother confirms, oh yeah, BK breakfast is the best. So we go in and it’s a small, tight, carpeted joint. We wander to the back nearest the kitchen and my brother sits down at 2 2-seater tables (definitely fast-food tables). He and I wait for a server as we’ve already been to this place before (in another dream). I warn everyone that I have to be done in 10 minutes because I have to make it to school. My mom looks around and sees some food sitting in a container covered with foil. I turn around to ask my brother when my sister, who was supposed to be meeting us there is coming and how we’re going to sit and eat, when my mom had already grabbed a plate and several char siu pieces and started eating it. She was commenting on the good taste, when the server comes out, sees her with it, grabs it out of her hand and tosses it aside before turning to us and asking for our order. She has an Eastern European accent and an exasperatedly gruff exterior, but friendly. I remember her from a prior dream and wonder if she remembers me too. At this point my sister has arrived and my brother has moved over to the table my mom and I are at which has morphed into a 4-person table. That’s good because people are streaming in and waiting for tables. My brother has already ordered, and then it’s my turn. I order the “Meal Maker” which is a sampler dish plus another dish, though the name escapes me at this point. She goes back into the kitchen to place our orders and I am super excited to be able to eat tater tots and  hash browns. Not too soon thereafter, my first dish arrives by an attractive younger woman possibly Asian or mixed, but with a Chinese accent. I think it’s an omelette with all the works on it. My mom asks me if she was Asian but I’m too busy digging into my food to answer, but I don’t need to because suddenly we hear a loud Vietnamese conversation coming from the kitchen area. I was a little surprised because I thought as a BK, it would be staffed like a fastfood place and not a restaurant. For some reason everyone kept referring to it as Rand Ally instead of BK. Anyways all of our food comes and as we eat, I laugh and notice that it’s no longer 6:50am, but more like 7:50am. I am one hour late. I start joking that I guess I’ll be missing first class today. Then I decide that it’s better to just miss the whole day because it works out: I had presentations and papers all due today but I’d done absolutely none of it all weekend…I knew I’d forgotten to do something. Then I laughed with my brother, asking, I can’t remember how I used to go to school? Was it school bus, because I have a car, so why not use it? My family confirmed that and said it was because it was a waste of money to go park my car at school. I disagreed since convenience was better than the parking pass payment, and now money isn’t a big problem. Later, even though I hadn’t meant to go to school, I wandered in anyways and walked down the quiet hall (my true elementary school hall). I caught a glimpse of my boss in real life, but in my dream a teacher, and booked it into the nearest bathroom which looked suspiciously like an old bathroom from our old house. I could see x-ray style through the door as she walked slowly by, suspicious of me, but distracted by commotion in the boy’s bathroom next door.

A prior dream saw me shopping in a very crowded place, filled with old classmates. It was a library/school store/retail store. Very full. I think I was living on campus, but I still had my dogs. I was getting bored because I couldn’t afford anything, when I noticed their massive Clearance section. Immediately drawn to it, I started picking through all the goodies, thinking about Christmas gifts and comparing prices. A worker was actively marking down items and I was criticizing the prices with my mom, because I was a price guru and knew what was a good deal and what wasn’t. So hah.


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My mind was going through lists of people I used to know, used to go to school with.

Earliest one I can remember is being in a large campus. It starts as everyone sitting in a cafeteria on those stools-attached-to-the-table things. We’re waiting for an event to start and next to me is someone I’m close with, a female. I assume we are going to be partners given our close relationship, but then goes off and we’re effectively broken up. I’m pretty upset and sad at this point at the betrayal (I don’t even know if I ever see her face), so I wander around, partner-less, to the field and other places on campus. The major festivities are low-key for the moment as it is in between events. I find an old classmate of mine and we hang out with each other. He’s married, I already know, with a kid and everything, but that apparently doesn’t stop us from sitting intimately squished together in this large shoe-like chair. All completely platonic. Soon, the next event starts and we’re back in the cafeteria except this time everyone has a string instrument, playing along to the music. I have my violin, but I was busy daydreaming or something because while everyone is playing, I don’t even have my violin out. So while the orchestra rests, I loudly open Velcros and zippers to pull out my violin and bow. Finally, I am able to play with the group, but I haven’t even gotten to tune anything yet, so I find the note we’re all playing and try to match it. I’m too loud, though and possibly out of tune. No one says anything, just gives me funny looks.

Next I’ve moved on to the hygiene group. I’m in an academy for dental hygiene. It’s absolutely massive and akin to those in Britain. It’s nighttime and I’m walking around making sure that everything is shut down for the night. I don’t think I’m a student, more like a visitor or a mentor. My boss is there too and we all start looking up at the night sky and asking if it’s a blue moon. Some males that are students there are helping out and everyone starts answering. I’m going back to the labs where someone had left some loose corn to boil on the electric stove there, to make sure it’s off. I’d turned it on because I thought someone had not finished their assignment yet, the only reason it would still be there. Since no one was attending it, I go to make sure it’s turned off. Then it’s morning and I join a group of my classmates as we head to the next area across the lawn of the massive campus. It’s not “my” group in the class, but I go with them anyways since we’re all classmates. We go into the automatic doors where we see someone of the other classmates in a room with all sorts of couches for sale. They’re sitting on some and these 4 black guys in sunglasses are all watching us like guards. I flop on a 4 seater couch, as do my entourage, and exclaim that I love the burnt red fabric (a very soft suede). One of the pillows cost $400 and the couch is on Target clearance for $10000. I mention jokingly that it’s on sale, better get it! haha! The guards are none to impressed, but I don’t care since we’re not buying that, so I wander into the next room which is the kitchen sale area. I keep going, seeing some glasses for sale and on and on through the store. It’s in a mall! My friends keep going, but I double back to try on the glasses frames since I need some. Some severe-looking rich people start making comments and I shrug and keep trying on increasingly ridiculous and eccentric glasses.

I’m having a sudden memory of another dream, a much more action-packed one in white building and dealing with…clothes? Some nakedness? Farting? haha. Clothes racks, maybe werewolves and blood and survival. A parking deck, digging a hole in the ground, weapons.

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More work dreams, doughnuts

I dreamed of my coworkers and work AGAIN. Once again it was in a building I’ve never been in before. There was very little actual work being imaged in the dream. Some patients had brought some doughnuts and left them in the common area of this building. I followed me Dr. and my a couple other people came with us to grab some. I took one myself and bit into it, but good golly it was BAD. Dry, tasteless and no filling at all even though it looked like it should. Everyone else threw theirs away but I felt bad so on our way back to the office I managed to finish mine, but I felt bad after that. Then I was setting up a tray in a stairwell for the next day, because I don’t know why there would be a unit hookup but no chair in the stairwell.

There was something about me stepping on a random green Lego brick on the floor and warning others to stay away from it. My right foot.

There were other pretty interesting dreams, but now I can’t remember any of it.

Strike that, here is one.

It was a very long-winded and frustrating dream. I went back to college and was to stay in a dorm with a roommate. The first time I went to the room, I went straight to it and was like, OK, cool this is my dorm room with my roommate. I knew that I was older than most of the students there, but everything seemed so mature in this particular dorm. I walked around campus, possibly went to classes and then it was getting dark and time to get back to my room. I ended up forgetting what the room number was and where it was, so I kept roaming all the floors, trying to figure out which one is was, to no avail. At one point I saw my  cousin who greeted me warmly, but I turned down the hallway like I had somewhere to go, so she stopped by someone’s room and was flirting with him. Still wandering around, I finally decided to text my roommate and she text-laughed and basically told me that I was on the wrong floor altogether. Grateful I went to the right floor but STILL couldn’t find the room because the numbers and layout followed no logical order and was so confusing! Someone finally found me and helped me out. They walked me through the in-house grocery store/café/cafeteria and I was ogling everything. I tried some drink from the café and ended up burning my tongue and hands, but it was worth it. Then we finally made it up to my dorm room and to my roommate and I decided to put it all down into my phone this time so I wouldn’t forget. Then I decided to visit my old friend Bernie from years ago. He was down on the main floor or the basement but he wasn’t in, so I looked on my phone and found him at a restaurant with friends. I pressed the summon friend button and he was whisked away and came to me.

I swear, around this time of the year I get that irrational fear of forgetting the location of my locker and the combination. The scalding from the drink was from dinner where I did end up burning my mouth and tongue.


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