Work, food, guy, embarrass, ants

I didn’t update this as early as I wanted to, so memory is a bit hazy now.

I’m at work, but it looks more like my grandparents’ basement. It looks like the office is about to close for a week for vacation, but our new employee has begged to be able to work that week because she wouldn’t be able to feed herself without working that week. My doctor sits us all around my grandparents’ card table to discuss this, setting up appointments for her that week. I’m confused about the whole thing because she’s no hygienist and why would or could she be able to see patients. My doc doesn’t seem concerned about it and says it’s OK, we can handle it now. There are currently 2 patients sitting with the employee and I’m like, what’s going on, but doc now has the “slingshot” which is more like a nerf gun/crossbow/slingshot mix and is aiming it at the patients’ mouths. Then in quick succession she shoots twice and whatever it is lands into the patients’ mouths. I look back even more confused while my coworkers congratulate my doc for her spot-on aim. She looks smug and says, “That oughta take care of anything that builds up in the next 6 months.” I’m now amazed and worried because a tool like that would put me out of a job, though there seems to be an inkling that it’s only an overall not fine detail solution to tide everything over.

Then I’m walking along a paver walkway through a city. There are lots of people around, some of whom I’m familiar and most of whom I wasn’t. It was fun but crazy, and finally I’m walking alongside a guy that I’m comfortable with. His face is that of one of my ex-suitor friends, but his body most certainly is not, all firm, tone and manly. I come up to his shoulder and walk closely so that we’re mostly touching. It’s a tad cold and I’m going on and talking and exclaiming about stuff. Then I suddenly posit a question as to why boobs are so squishy. He doesn’t answer right away and I’m not sure why I’m being so bold as to ask him this question even though I know I’m not interested in him at all. Suddenly I’m pulling down and off my shirt, though I’m still wearing a jacket outside. Others can’t but he can clearly see my goods and I sense his unbearable embarrassment, but I continue on, asking and then answering my own question, as they jiggle and bounce along our walk. Soon, I realize the extent to what I’m doing and it’s cold so I put my shirt back on and as I come down off that weird high or whatever I was on, I’m feeling embarrassed. No, humiliated. And ashamed too, basically teasing him knowing full well that he still likes me and I don’t share the sentiment. We come up on a food court and I ask him if he wants some food. He does, anything to change the subject, and we order some food while I try to figure out what to do with this awkward situation I created. I want chicken tenders and fries and go find a table for us.

While waiting for him, I concoct this crazy scheme and when I see him start my way, I suddenly slump over, my head on the table. He comes to see if I’m OK, and I sit up, blinking blearily and dramatically as if I just woke up and am in a dizzy stupor. He’s concerned and I’m playing it all through as if I was drunk or high or on medications or even sleep walking and can’t remember any of what happened in the last hour or so. I ask him, worriedly, if I did anything weird, and his face turns red and can’t look at me. Inside, I’m happy that the acting is working.

Then I’m dreaming about what I’m about to do in real life later, collecting ants for my entomologist patient. I think there was something strange about it, but I no longer remember.

Costco, stranger

I haven’t updated much lately, but it doesn’t mean I haven’t had memorable dreams!

The most memorable one of late saw me inside Costco. It was, as usual, crazy crowded and I had lost whomever I had come with, so I was just hanging around looking at stuff. I was squatting down, looking at bath rugs or something, and just happened to be talking to a young man standing there looking similarly flustered at being there. I amicably explained why I hate going to Costco and am hardly ever there. He agreed with me and I felt a strong connection to him, but thought nothing of it, figuring someone as friendly and young as he would certainly have a girlfriend (white guy, average height, stubble). Going through the different bath mats, I suddenly felt him swoop down and wrap his arms around my waist from behind. I was taken by surprise, but it was not uncomfortable. A smile appeared on my face and he slowly picked me up into a standing position, still wrapping his arms around me. I felt safe, secure, and loved, though a bit silly too. My heart felt all fuzzy. He let me go and suddenly turned into this old, severe looking man, looking bored at being at the store. He nonchalantly handed me his business card with contact information (email! text! number!) and I saw his nametag had some foreign sounding surname. My heart felt broken and I left, thanking him, and resolving not to call him despite the void in my heart.

Then there was some dream about underground parking spaces, and toilets, relatives and bad guys.

Amusement Park, Raven, Gun Range

I have an old suitor who technically still is one that I’ve been chatting with randomly online for years now. He’s always trying to get me to come over and play video games with him now that he’s bought a house but I’m always like, uhhh ok, because I still think he’s trying to get together with me and I just think of him as a friend. Anyways, I dreamt of him last night. I apparently had let him take me to an amusement park. It was like a weird mix of Disney, Busch Gardens and King’s Dominion and you had to go through Home Depot to get there? Well, we show up there and I’m kind of thinking, why in the heck did I let him talk me into this, because just like in real life I’m just not interested in him as a boyfriend or anything other than a friend. I know what’s going through his mind and what he wants in regards to “us.” I guess I really wanted to go to the park but didn’t have anyone to go with. So we go in and I’m excited because I haven’t been there in a while. We hit the very first main attraction which is definitely a Disney place. It’s a large dome that looks like Cinderella’s carriage! We go in and hop on the roller coaster that’s in there. Thank goodness the park isn’t crowded and the seats are singular, because they put him on one sit of the ride and me on the other. That was loads of fun and we get off. I head for the exit, but he brings me excitedly to the inner portion that’s more for kids. I look at it and the kids inside to humor him and there are doors everywhere that lead to different places inside the dome, but some are very difficult to reach unless you were a young person or a kid. He goes, ooh oooh! The door up there! Let’s go up! I look at the path to get there and not only am I too short to get up on that perilous path that seems to require a ridiculous amount of upper body strength, but I am NOT risking any body parts. I tell him, if I was 10 years younger than great! I would do it in a heartbeat, but I am, alas, not young. And neither is he being over 8 years old than me with back problems. So I head out the normal way and he scampers behind me. We head out 3 doors and back out to the dome entrance.

I decide to leave the dome and see a huge line of merchandise being sold and suddenly go into super excite mode again. There are fragrances you can load into a bag and figurines! Both of us love those things, but he seems much more eager to show me the rest of the park for some reason. I set about smelling each and every scent they have on display, find out that it costs too much, and look at the figurines which are awesome but also pricey. I think about the cash I’m carrying which is my budget to myself since I can’t be spending willy nilly given my finances (he paid for the park tickets), and decide to think about it while seeing the rest of the park. The sky is overcast. The next attraction is a water attraction. I walk up on it and there’s a 4 row, 30 seater that you sit on and it drops you down these rapids. Your choice is to secure yourself to the ride or attempt the no-restraint-challenge. The crowd and I watch with delight and laughter as those attempting the challenge tumble off of the ride as it comes down (@_@) and those who chose to attach themselves fall, but are restrained (think handcuff like devices). I think it’s the best thing and move to ride it myself. At this point I don’t know if he’s with me or not and it doesn’t matter because I’m having fun. I get on the ride with a bunch of big, muscular guys and no one on this go has enough commonsense to secure themselves. I decide not to either, but choose a seat in the back left corner so I don’t fall out. We all go down the rapids, yelling, screaming and having a great time while losing some folk, but then the ride breaks out of the ride area and down the paver hill of the park itself. Everyone is still laughing and having a great time (me included) and start yelling at me to stop the ride, I see a pole and so reach out to grab it, the ride and use my feet to stop our ride carriage. Whoo! What a thrill! We all get off all smiles and wander to the next attraction.

I remember standing in line with some people my age, possibly my friend who has stopped making recommendations, as we’re trying to get some food. Then it jumps back to the entrance, Home Depot, where I want to leave now. Suitor-man, sensing he hasn’t made any headway with me at all, is desperate and all of the sudden as we’re almost out of the park, says, WAIT, and jumps over to grab something that is sitting on a pallet they’re obviously moving out to stock. He rips it open and jumps over to the nearest checkout computer and starts typing or whatever on it. At this point I realize it’s a Home Depot Credit Card pack. I’m over being embarrassed at this point so I just hang around looking miserable as he’s my ride home. I give one of the nice worker guys a miserable smile and he looks over to see what Suitor is doing. Turns out his great idea was to open a Home Depot credit card in my name so that…..I don’t know actually. I already HAVE one. They exchange words and the nice worker man who is looking out for me says something to me along the line of you deserve much better than this guy, then turns around to further berate the guy for making poor decisions and not thinking about me. It was oddly satisfying.

Next dream: I was going through a large, opulent house with marble staircases and all. My siblings, Raven from Teen Titans Go, and a chubby brother (we look absolutely nothing alike) start being beset by an old woman ghost. She obviously doesn’t want us there. Stuff happens with her chasing and messing with each of us, and I turn to Raven who is familiar with this stuff and she tricks the old woman while we all run as fast as possible in the dark house (I have night vision somehow!) to a back room. We hear her gliding up to us and we quickly sit at the table and all 3 join hands while focusing on the space travel we’re about to do: to a dental appointment! Right as we were to warp, I could feel cold, strong hands enclose my neck! But we made it to the dentist office and the old woman is terrified! I count 9 operatories and am absolutely amazed that the doctor could fit so many into the small space!

Then I’m at a gun range with about 20 other people. I jump right in and start shooting at the target downrange like a n00B before remembering that I had taken a handgun class before and should know better. I immediately fix my stance and hold and suddenly I could shoot more accurately. Then they told us to put our guns down and I realize that everyone there is Vietnamese. This model lady is walking up and down in front of us and has obviously not been in the U.S for long. For some reason no one else can help her out with English translation except me and the girl next to me, which is sad because I know very little and pretending like I know so much. She told us that she didn’t understand things like the punctuation of period and comma and I start zoning her out and remembering snippets of trying to escape that ghost lady and wondering what happened to her.

And there you go!