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.