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Last two nights were work dreams

I was at work and my co-worker in the dream stopped working at our office, but for some reason was there that day. I had just arrived. It felt like a Saturday and I was hopelessly behind with my patient and exams. She was talking to one of my bosses and front desk S said that we were having new hours where everyone got a break. Coworker Q decided to split half the patients with me which was really nice. As it turns out we were operating under a new software at work that was pretty cool and it would automate a lot of the scheduling and such, maximizing the hours we would be working.

Aaaaand all of the sudden I can’t remember what this morning’s dreams were.

 

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Several Dreams

Friday: Work, appliances, lottery, library

This night’s dreams were extremely exciting, but it’s been a few days since I couldn’t remember them

I was at work in the break room trying to eat, and B came in with me and was heating up food for me even though I didn’t need her to. She put a bowl in the microwave and lay a spoon down beside it in there. I exclaimed but too slowly and there it went. So of course, it busts, and my bosses go buy a new stainless steel one. They also place a used toaster oven in there and I remember being very excited about that because, I thought to myself, I can now make fried chicken at work. What can possibly be better than that?

Next dream sees me traversing a series of underground tunnels and other places, almost as obstacle courses. There were other teams competing too,  and the first to the “end” wins. The path I take is purple with water and stepping stones, all lit by regularly placed torches. There are many doors and you don’t know which ones will take you where, so you have to remember. After trying several doors, some of which take you to different doors and others as dead ends, I quickly grab a door and open it as my rivals converge. It’s a library. Other contestants are milling around trying to figure out the puzzle. We’re supposed to be quiet, but no one is doing a good job of that. I go to one of the irregularly placed computer terminals, and find that everyone’s getting stumped because the terminals have crashed. I ask if we need to get my brother to come do this, but how would be get here? I go to another one and start trying to figure it out myself, the race all but forgotten. Boring end to the dream.

Next dream sees me sitting in on a classroom in a large, gray, older high rise in a bustling city. Maybe like Japan? Or Canada? Lots of Asian people in the city, though the classroom is more diverse than that. Everyone is wearing uniforms, dark in color ringed in red, skirts and pants and however they wish to accessorize. I’m not supposed to be a student in the class itself, but I am there and everyone is getting their tests back. No recollection if I got a test back or not, but I leave as class is dismissed. I’m with one other student and I’m like, I have to get out of here, I’m not supposed to be here. Then, I see at the end of a dark hallway a series of lottery scratcher machines set up. I have 2 ten dollar bills with me, so I say, why not, and buy a scratcher. It doesn’t win. I’m about to leave, when I decide to turn back around and put my last ten dollar bill in. I choose a $10 scratcher and suddenly notice that the money count now says $109 left. I’m like, huh?? It counted my ten wrong! Sooo, I start getting one of every type of scratcher and instead of the number going down, it keeps going up. Weirdness ensues where each scratcher game suddenly starts taking on stories of their own as I try to make decisions as to which to get. The amount finally starts going down and I’m getting nervous because I’m not really supposed to be in the building and taking advantage of a messed up machine. Finally I make my final decision and now I have an entire stack of lottery scratchers in my hand.

…I’ll never know if I won anything.

 Saturday: Crashing car, very realistic, adventure

A couple other dreams before, but extremely realistically (so most likely I was taking a nap early Sunday morning…I hate naps) I’m driving in my car to go to work. I’m very sleepy and my brain isn’t working properly so as I come up on a red light intersection, I slam on my brakes as I must have nodded off and to avoid hitting the person in front of me, I hop a curb and end up crashing through the glass front of a store in a strip mall. I remember feeling absolutely terrible and very scared because there is no way I’d be able to afford the increased insurance, the cost to repair the building, and then my car. So I put my head down on my steering wheel in disbelief and a majorly sunk stomach, knowing I’ll have to face the music when the cops arrive. I keep wishing to myself that it wasn’t real, that I’d wake up and it was just a dream, but I knew it was real.

When I wake up, it’s nighttime, and I stumble out of my car which is still crashed into this place, which now I see is a medical office, like an urgent care place. It is dark outside and I’m now very confused (but my brain understands it’s a dream now and not real). There is no glass on the ground anymore and my car suddenly disappears. I go to exit the glass door and a female, probably the doctor of the place smiles warmly at me and shakes me hand. I know I can’t go yet because I need to take care of what just happened, whatever it was. Then, all of the sudden everything is totally cool, the place is filled with people milling around and I’m living with these people in this small place. The female, a little older than me, but obviously one of the higher ups of the place brings me to the little kitchen towards the front and gets me food and a drink. She has taken a liking to me and I think she’s really nice, using her as my go-to given I’m new to the place. I’m introduced to other people on my equal rank, and they’re training me to be able to perform the tasks needed of my class and rank. I finish the speedbike test where I’m supposed to follow a green line while riding the speed-bike through impossible terrain, when the female has to go on a mission. I ask her why she has to go alone and she says because it’s dangerous and takes her bike. I foolhardily follow on someone else’s bike as the others yell at me, but I’m not about to lose this female, my mentor! Even if I have no training! I follow her trail, but she’s too good and I end up being escorted back by a male mentor/senpai. He’s very kind, just like her and gives me a hug. I list around morosely, eating ice cream, when I suddenly spot her. She made it back! I run up and hug her tightly from behind. She turns around and smiles fondly at me, and suddenly we’re flying through the air with me on her back. On her back? She’s a centaur? A Pegasus??? No wonder she was so strong. I’m still clinging to her human torso, and so I hug her even more warmly…and the thought crosses my mind that I love her and I want to caress her breasts which are smaller and pert…she wears no bra. She smiles down at me again, giving me the go ahead like she too is in love with me — and I wake up.

When I close my eyes again, my brain replays the last portion of that, except the one I’m hugging tightly from behind is the male mentor, his big, strong body warm in my hands and I bury my head into his back.

…Then I wake up again. Fine, brain. Fine. Be that way.

Sunday: More work, video game (climbing, quest, shooting, hiding)

My mission is to infiltrate, destroy, and survive. I climb in and kill some robots, but it seems to be a trap! An alarm is sounding and I, we, must escape, but the exit is 10 feet in the air, the clear plastic/glass hole we dropped in from, having scaled the building. We must abandon that path and move deeper. There! The exit! But there are enemies and 2 items must be re-powered and presented to the bad guy who has holed up right in front of the exit, and as a bonus you can take him out of here as prisoner as he had defected from our organization and turned rogue. I climb the tree onto the ship sitting in the middle of the way, paving the path for my male teammates. I jump from the mast to more branches, my colleagues choosing similar but different paths. We need to climb up to drop down on the island in the upper left corner of the screen. I fall twice and it’s frustrating, but I finally reach the island. There I am directed to mix pinecones with  this other spherical substance. I don’t care about names as time is of the essence, so I take the two items in my hand (the double pinecone and the circle) and mush them together (…combine them…). But wait, I need TWO of them, so I can’t mess this up. Carefully, I pick up the second set because there is JUST enough to make 2 combinations. If it rolls down the ledge I’ll have to climb up again. I’m successful and I pick up the now glowing orb rolled out to me from behind the locked door by miniature animals. I proceed to the next island where I need to power up that orb too. In my head I’m planning ahead how I’m going to confront the exit guardian and try to keep him alive to fulfill the side mission…but I wake up.

Another annoying dream about work. A little kid with decay. A 7 year old boy with no parents with him. I take xrays and there is large decay interproximally. I go to find my doctor, but he’s on the phone, so I prepare to go ahead with the appointment, but the kid keeps talking to me. He’s really cute and I’m afraid he’s being neglected at home. I end up outside, climbing on large sides of buildings, looking for ladders, and items and a quick shortcut or a glitch out of this valley of steel.

 

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Storage unit, some lovin

Last night and the other night

After going through a large exhibition area where there was to be a convention (all the merchants were setting up) I decided to go tour a storage facility with my brother as we were thinking about renting a storage unit (true story btw). According to the computer this particular facility only has 4 other renters so we had the pick of the crop. We go through thr dimly lit hallways and peer into each “unit” though each one seemed more like a big room than a storage unit. In fact the storage facility seemed like an old office or school building. We played in one of them, doing cartwheels and somersaults while some kids came into the room to run around too. Carrying on, we found one where we were thinking through the logistics of mattresses and tires fitting in the area. Then I decided to go through another unit close by. Turns out it belonged to another person (why storage units have your run of the mill door with a knob I dunno) and they had the whole setup! Bed, lamp, dresser. Even a window. I turned to my brother, knowing that it was fully illegal to do this, but shrugged and said, “Well it’s certainly cheaper than renting an apartment.”

Last night’s dreams were less logical. In fact there were 2 instances of me trying to score. One with a guy I used to go to college with and the other was a woman I’d never met before…skinny, possibly asian, shoulder cut hair parted to the side. Since no one reads this, I think I’ll go into a little more detail. The setting was my place, which was like an apartment, white, bright and inviting, the sun pouring in through the large windows adorned with sheer white curtains. She sat down in a chair and leaned back, a smile on her face and relaxing. I walk up to her from in front, smiling myself in anticipation. Before I could touch her, though, she kicked off her heels and breathed a loud sigh of satisfaction. She had on a red tube dress with spaghetti straps, and I brush the straps aside, off her shoulders (and at this point apparently slid them off altogether). My view was of her armpits and up and it is only understood that she was naked, not actually shown. I begin by rubbing her shoulders, her thin, tone muscles, small under my hands. Then I start to work my way down and oops, on to the next person! Different day, same place. On the bed this time, is my old schoolmate. He is unclothed and on the bed, all white sheets and pillows and walls. I hop on and start playing with his body as he smiles knowingly at me. His tan skin and firm muscular body attractive in all ways. We’re about to get to the fun part, when my mom decides to walk by. I try to cover him up with the sheets, but he starts joking with me and we play-tussle while giggling. My mom looks at me with an annoyed look on her face, as if saying, really? Now? Then rolls her eyes and keeps walking. We giggle with each other some more and…

Next dream. BUMMER!!!!

This part is more confusing and sporadic, but I am at one point walking Gable along some streets and near crowds of people. I’m doing it on purpose as people take one look at him and utter words of amazement. We walk along a road, down a street, near the water, up another street. Just strutting our stuff and he’s being such a good boy. Then I’m in a mall-type open air place where I’m supposed to be working. My coworker is there and she asks me to take a PA of her teeth. I do and we compare them to the last one taken. She is missing her molars, just root tips remaining, while the premolars present with broken roots! No wonder he’s having pain. I tell her we have to let a doctor see it, and we wait until my boss looks at her teeth, but his face is all wrong…too long and with white fuzz growing from his face. Then all of the sudden I’m working for this really hard-ass guy who is making a big deal about some small instance and then…I wake up

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Work, greyhounds, spike strip, Red Burgundy

Been a while! I think I understand, now why sometimes I can’t remember my dreams well enough to put them down. Don’t worry I’ve had plenty of dreams…It’s when I play music. It has an immediate effect on memory recall for me.

So I dreamed about work again. I was running late, so I had to see my next patient in the hallway next to a co-worker’s room. It was this huge non-reclinable armchair and the patient sat there are and opened up like it was something totally normal. I’m trying to work and rush. Then I was tired and finished up with polish then got up for the doctor to do the exam. He looks in and suddenly picks up the floss and I’m like DANGIT I forgot to floss. Oh well. Then I went to the front  to see who my next patient is because I’m behind. He comes up to me after checking the patient and says to me, “Were you able to clean well in there?” I’m like, no, I’m tired, my arms are up in the air the whole time, the chair is uncomfortable, I couldn’t see anything and the patient was getting uncomfortable. Plus I forgot to floss. At the last statement he nodded his head and told me, “Well you rarely miss anything, you’re one of the better hygienists here. This was strange.” Then my next patient shows up who happens to be an old hygiene student a year ahead of me and I’m like, yesss she’s easy. Turns out her “son” is coming too but he’s like 20 years old (which doesn’t make sense because she has a 3 year old). Then there are like 4 greyhounds milling around and I’m running around with them. It takes me 40 minutes to finally get started on her and she gives me the most scathing look ever but doesn’t say anything. She lays down on the floor comfortably on my dog’s dog bed, the greyhounds all come over and lay down too. I have to step over all the dogs and finally start cleaning her teeth….except it is done somewhat remotely. I scratch away with my instrument on this chart of teeth and a robot does it for me. It keeps progress on where I’ve been and if I’m drawing blood. I’ve never been good at coloring within the lines, and being unable to feel things for myself, I’m not doing well, but she never says anything. 
Fast forward to next dream where I’m leaving from going shopping? at a warehouse? Somewhere dark. It’s raining outside (funny how dreams like to incorporate what’s going on in real life) and I’m driving down the road. Suddenly I see a car in front of me stuck on a piece of wood dragging on the ground behind a balloon truck. It dislodges itself and drives off quickly. Right then, the piece of wood comes free from the balloon truck and it has all of these spikes/nails sticking up like stop sticks. The car in front and to my right can’t escape and goes right over it. I swerve to the left around it and miss it altogether, but I see in my mirror that the car’s tires go flat immediately. Suddenly I see a balloon van this time stick on it and swerve way behind me. Because of this traffic incident there is a massive car jam ahead of me (how it translated into ahead of me and not behind me, I have no clue). Instead of me driving, I’m in the backseat with 3 black guys in the other seats. We roll down the window as the cops come up to each car asking if the tires were punctured. I try to turn down my stereo, but it won’t shut off and each time I get one source turned off another source of music turns on. Even turning it down to 0 volume doesn’t work. Whatever. I want to tell the cops what happened because I saw it firsthand, but they just tell everyone to follow the cones. Then it’s just me in the passenger seat and my brother is driving. The coned off detour ahead is so unbelievably confusing for everyone, we end up somewhere else and still manage to beat the line of cars to the checkpoint. It leaves me wondering how in the world they managed to cone off such a great distance so quickly from one incident! We get out of the car, after parking and go inside. Everyone is given a drink and we follow the crowd to this young woman who is the chief of some law enforcement thing. She tries everyone’s drinks. When it was my turn (I’ve been sipping on mine the whole time and it’s basically like the fruit smoothie I make at home…in fact I had some last night) she took a big swig of mine and was blown away by how good it tasted. She said, we’re done here! And the line broke off. I yelled after her the name on the bottle: RED BURGUNDY, and then went to go find my brother who was sitting on the curb with the other people.
Verrrrrrrrry interesting.

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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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Mom, sister, work, phone, asian

It’s amazing exactly how much I forget within an hour of waking up. The mind gets distracted and WHAM. I’ll sort of recall them again, but never in as much detail.

After some things happened, I invited my mom to come with me to a new large Asian market that opened where we lived (not here. The area didn’t have any real Asian markets so this was awesome). The way it was set up was a large building with outdoor space and indoor space where vendors could rent and set up their wares. I came first because I wanted to get a head start on the crowds. As I start looking around I see my sister there and so we walk around. It was too early so not all the vendors had shown up yet. Finally spotted my mom and we found ourselves in a cordoned off area. Everyone was speaking Chinese (Cantonese as I surmised in the dream) and my sister disclosed to us that they don’t like other people other than Chinese here, but we’re OK because she works there as a secretary, so we can go wherever. She runs off to get back to her post and my mom and I decide not to cause problems so we leave, but not before I notice other races lounging around. We end up in an actual mall with Asian stores. My mom is studying some stuff at a kiosk and I point out a gift shop we should go to next. This man starts speaking loudly in our language that she (referring to me) is old enough to go into a store without her mom! And on and on and on. We both pretend we don’t speak or understand what he’s saying and wander into the store next to the gift shop. My mom starts looking through stuff and decides to buy 2 little trinket. She tries to swipe her card in the machine like it was a self checkout and then a line starts forming behind her, but it’s not a self-checkout thing at all, so the clerk finally rings her up. By the time we leave the store, the gift shop is closed for lunch and I am sad. We wander around the mall a bit and my mom points out things that she thought I was looking for, but I want in that gift shop! Then I notice some kids have left an adorable pad of paper on some stuff. They are nowhere to be found so I decide to take it. I start tearing out the pages they drew or wrote on but as I start tearing, I realize it’s the entire pad of paper, so I stop tearing and we leave. I am sad.

I am not working even though it is a normal work day, so I decide that my mom should use the opportunity to get her filling appointment done so that I can take her. I’m planning and deciding and trying to message my coworkers. We end up in the house I left when I lived South and it is empty aside from a few essentials like we were staying there for a little. We were walking around taking stock of what had changed and I walked into the upstairs master bathroom. It’s white and clean, just like it used to be. I look in the shower and there’s a pedestal sink in it right below the towel bar which is apparently completely normal to a dream. Then one of my coworkers shows me an image of the schedule and I see that there is indeed an opening! So I grab my mom and we start heading there because it will take an hour to drive there so we need to leave now. In the meantime I’m trying to get in touch with the front desk to be sure that there is indeed an opening. No response to messages, so I try to call, but I call her cell phone by accident and all I can hear is her talking to patients in the background. I end the call and try to call the office number but I have the hardest time getting the number correctly into my phone. Fat fingers, I even try to draw it out for the phone, and no matter what I do the call can’t be completed because I’ve attempted too many times. It doesn’t matter because we’re already there! I don’t even recognize the building. So we get in and it’s hopping. Front desk has gone somewhere and my doctor is swamped with patients. I tell him hi and that my mom is here for fillings. He apologizes and says that he refused to pick up the phone because he didn’t want to deal with anymore insurance problems. I walk my mom to the back and for some reason my friend has come with us. There are all sorts of chairs and beds and stuff. My practice has indeed grown and for some reason now deals with intensive care? Is that a new born hooked up to a machine? Enough beds to keep people there over night! Two patients are already there, one on a dental chair waiting and the other is on a table having his blood pressure taken in anticipation of something. I’m just waiting for an assistant to come put my mom somewhere and then I wake up.

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Work, water, sand, video game

I was at work, a building I’ve never been to before and don’t recognize. It may have even been on a stone terrace with hanging plants and decorative waterfalls. My coworker and I were trying to finish up our patients to leave because it was on a Saturday or some strange day. She goes off and does something. I’m seeing the wife of a patient that was seen earlier (an older couple). He’s supposed to come back and have a filling done, but the doctor doesn’t know what’s going on, so we’re supposed to help set him up and fill her in on what she’s about to do. I pull up the chart (apparently my coworker and I are switching off working on this patient) to read it so I can summarize for the dentist, and I become upset because you-know-who was the one who had seen him and we all hate her notes. At the beginning the note reads, “Pt has hyper____” I don’t remember what the term is now, but it was supposed to mean that the patient hates pain (not a real term, just something my brain made up I think…now I wish I remembered what it was because it was spelled out clear as day…it was a long word too). I decipher this and start telling everyone. The patient is about to arrive and the doctor is about to come in to start, so I instruct my coworker to go grab another dining room chair (why??? I have no idea) so we can seat the patient (not on it…so…why do we need 2 or any at all). I hurry and end up climbing the stone railings from the bottom level instead of taking the stairs because it was faster. Then the doctor sweeps in and next dream commence!

We were either preparing for or at vacation. It was just me and my brother at home so I was making dinner for us. We had this unfamiliar dining table with white tablecloth and had all of this food piled on it. Both of us were preparing and setting up at the same time, and we sit down on opposite ends of the table to eat. I filled the LARGE Brita pitcher thing even though we had a smaller one because we were very thirsty! I start talking to him about this game I’m playing and how it was like this old one we played and the new monsters and stuff and there was a cutaway to in-game footage on a cliff with monsters. Then it comes back to the house and my mom comes home several hours later. I’m cleaning up dishes and I put water into the large pitcher, and realize that it’s yellow. I go to the other part of the house where everyone was and laughing, told my brother about why it tasted a little funny. He laughed too and my mom said what? I said that it turns out the water we were drinking was a funny color and tasted funny because that pitcher was the same one we brought to the beach with us on vacation, remember? It’s yellow because of the sand! There was beach sand in the pitcher! Good thing it was filtering out the sand! Haha! We all laugh and I told her that amazingly with all that water we drank for dinner neither of us had to go to the bathroom at all! We must have been dehydrated! My brother agreed with me and we all laughed some more.

I wake up and as it turns out I do need to pee, but I’d been holding it apparently. #_# And what was so funny about drinking sandy water? At least I enjoyed that dream.

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Ex, old friend, hygiene, curry

Sometimes I wake up with my eyes crusty and gooey. I guess I’d been crying in my sleep. That was me this morning.

The other night I dreamed of him. I was in a facility, building of some sort, an apartment building or something in a city. There were lots of friends, people and family. I look out the window and there is a fire at the building next to us with lots of fire trucks underneath, trying to fight it. The other building on the other side is burning too. I’m scared that we’re going to catch fire, and of course, fires make me think of one person. Suddenly I turn and see him, with great surprise I greet him, but he looks so different I don’t even recognize him. He’s skinny, oh so skinny and tired/haggard looking. Even his face is wrong, but I know it’s him. I hug him hard, even though I was afraid of hurting him, and am extremely worried at this point. He tells me that they won’t let him work any more than Sundays as a fireman and when asked why he says it’s because he’s a woman now. That he’s been turned into a woman and he’s at the end of his rope. A surge of resolve flows through me and I tell him that I’m going to help him make it right. We’re going to turn him back into a man so he can live his life again. Now it’s like a video game. He is so happy that I am going to help him, so we open up the map and we fly around until we get to the world I need to get to. The objective is a watery place where we need to find information and I get to a large mushroom that I need to climb because that’s where it is, the answer, when…I wake up. I tried so hard to go back to sleep and finish it, because he was waiting for me dammit! I NEED TO HELP HIM. …But…my brain refused to go back to that dream and I tossed and turned until I got tired of trying to dream.

It was very depressing and disturbing too. Just like in real life, I couldn’t help him even though I promised to, no matter how desperately I wanted it.

Last night was interesting and convoluted. I slept well even though I woke up with tears in my eyes.

There was a part where I was supposed to have been cleaning teeth for some young people but their 5 sisters were making it really hard for me. Still managed to, but overly frustrating and took a long time. Then I was back in my old house, except that I knew it wasn’t our house anymore because it was dark, cold and sterile because my dad has turned it that way.  At the table I was entertaining some friends and people I sort of know. My old friend was asking me about curry and where to get some, and I said, well, here in nova it’s easy to find. He said that he doesn’t like the preservatives in them, so I said there are plenty of alternative stores here too. Before he left I went to spice closet (in the laundry room…) to find our curry to show, but I couldn’t find anything. Then the bell rang and it was a package, but I didn’t want to answer the door because it’s my dad’s house and I didn’t want to know what it was in the box. He was busy hiding until he saw it was the mail carrier and went out to get it. Turns out it was something for my mom? Who was also there. Then suddenly I was outside and my old friend was sitting on the grass. I asked him if he could do cartwheels and he said he didn’t want to scare the rodents in the moss. So we both sat down and I felt like I wanted to sit next to him and have him hold me, but then that reminded me of my ex (I guess that’s where I cried) and I realized that I wasn’t ready to start another relationship yet, even though I wanted to. The heart and brain fighting again. So we both sat there as I poked at the moss on the ground and observed as police pulled over a car.

 

 

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Work, Popeyes, Biking

I’ve been having some sleepful nights as opposed to sleepless. It’s nice, but the dreams have been interesting too. The night before saw some weird stuff with guns, toilets and old classmates. Last night was more tame.

Let’s start with the college dream. Something about going back to college? Well I wanted to take a tour of campus to reacquaint myself with it (it was completely unfamiliar to my real life memory), so I took my bike and started pedaling on the “bike path.” There were other bikes too, but at one point I got a reflection glimpse of mine and the tires were absolutely massive. I even was wearing a seatbelt?? Because I wanted to stand up but the belt wouldn’t let me, so I decided to “risk it” and took off the seat belt to ride. Ooooo so dangerous! I remember passing by existing students and instructors, getting snippets of conversation. One kid in particular had his mom there because he was in trouble for doing drugs. His mom was very supportive and tried to make him feel better. On my second go-round, there was some sort of big social event going on that included the community. I ran into an old man, so I got off and escorted him, laughing hysterically to find his wife who was doing a comedy skit in front of their merchant kiosk, but because she was busy I brought him to watch a different show with a lady who was entertaining a large crowd. Both shows were quite funny!

Change scenes to work, and I was tired and wanted to go home, but my last patient was my brother. My boss was taking forever to come do the exam, and when she finally did she took it upon herself to polish some more and sat down for more scaling like I hadn’t done a good job at all. In the meantime, her patients were waiting and it was past 5, plus we had 2 more sets of walk-ins! The assistant couldn’t wait any longer so left for home. I was standing up front with my co-workers, waiting, when her patients didn’t want to wait anymore so they come up to us and hand us trays of food from Popeyes saying they found it at the airport they had come from and that we should enjoy it. My coworker and I were like oo because it was an exotic flavor of Popeyes, so we split the sweet, tropical chicken tenders and the drumstick. It was very good. One of the waiting patients was having an emergency of sorts and was very insistent on seeing the doctor. Dark haired, young man, I was like, that’s cool. By now she finally had gotten done with my brother and ran off to deal with the other people. I go to clean up and she had reprimanded me for my subpar cleaning ability. My dream translated that to cleaning as in cleaning things, so there was this whole scene where I’m washing tools and dishes, and the light hits this strainer such that I can see nematodes being left behind! I am devastated by this and spend an inordinate amount of time trying to wash these parasites away. I manage to get it off the strainer, but the instant it hits the sink it puffs up and starts to bubble. Little patches of…mold..? start growing on it and I immediately grab a bottle of chemical to squeeze onto it. Much like squeezing BBQ sauce on meat. Then ANOTHER clump of parasites appear so I slather it on that one too! The more I squeeze on them, the faster they are overwhelmed and sink into the bubbly pool of  liquid in the sink. Finally they are gone and I am happy.

 

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Real Estate, BF

There was a house located at Creek Lake that I must have done an Air BnB for. The family consisted of a frazzled housewife and her 2 kids. They were looking to sell the house to help with financial troubles since her husband was no longer around. There was a realtor coming and I volunteered to help out. The realtor couldn’t find the house, so I went out to guide her there and gave her a tour of the place. Then we went and took an aerial view of the place, which wasn’t all that impressive, but when seen on the map, had easy and direct access to the lake, a good selling point. She seemed happy then and started to direct where furniture should be moved. We waited a few days and it was slow, because, well, the area wasn’t all that popular. I wanted to help the curb appeal, but never got a chance.

Then, I stepped out of the shower and stood in front of the vanity, looking into the mirror. All of the sudden, my bf surprises me by stepping into the bathroom and embracing me from behind. I melt into him, leaning back into his body, my heart at ease and enveloped in his warmth. He caresses my skin and I turn to plant kisses on his face and anywhere I can reach. We continue in this loving dance for a while, then he decides he’d like to take a shower too, as he has arrived to spend time with me, so strips to his undies. He asks me for some clean ones, so I leave to go back to my room to look. On my way out an older lady is looking in, hoping it was her turn in the bathroom and surprised to see a man in there. I grin at her and after l search through his spare clothes, I find that they haven’t been washed yet. He then leaves to buy some new ones. I must have been in living in a dorm-like situation? I dress inside my room and get back to business with the rest of the plot of my dream which includes seeing patients and dealing with some significant thing (probably some secret agent thing again). My bf having returned home and not seeing me there, called me, worried, asking if I needed help, knowing my line of business. I smile because he’s so sweet to ask, but I assured him he needn’t worry and to enjoy himself while I work my trade, and I’ll be back soon.

Ah. If only.

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