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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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Work, food, waterfall

Good, quality sleep is apparently incompatible with me, but don’t let my bizarre theories scare you, lol.

Some stuff in our neighborhood now. I’m parallel parked and we need to go somewhere, but I’m sick or something strange is going on. Cars. Heat. My brother, my mom. I want to eat food at this place, but I keep getting thwarted from the meal that I want because things keep happening. I’d been trying at least 3 or 4 times to order this exact meal that I want, but alas.

Then more crazy stuff. I was on some big missions. It was frigid cold and the crew consisting of big men and other families were passing through the next stop/mission point. I wasn’t particularly useful, just more like a supervisor than anything. We had just about finished up securing all of the supplies in that particular room. I went outside first to scope out what was going on next. There was word of rebellion or mutiny, so to escape Robin from Teen Titans loaded his crudely made high-tech boat onto a waterfall coming from where the crew was and rode it down (with me) the steep drop to the ocean below. It was water, but choked up with plants. The machine mostly stayed intact, but what could have survived a fall like that? I hid underneath the remaining pieces and Robin had some conversations with his teammates. We started swimming out into the vast ocean, to freedom, but then saw the enemy ship coming our way. They had seen the crash and would certainly investigate. All hope was lost.

I was at work, doing my job. I had brought back my patient while humming the Teen Titans! tune. I finished my 3pm patient had just gotten done in real-time graphics. Went to go get the doctor who was stressing out that she was so busy and not getting anything done. I briefed her quickly about the new patient I just saw (even the name came up clearly on the computer in the dream….Oda Robbins? Something like that) and she surprisingly came to do the exam and it was a quick exam too. I was elated. My next patient was my mom, as well as the last of the day. It was only 3:38pm, so we both took separate cars to this different office where I was applying for a job and they wanted a working interview. The parking lot looked very familiar from other dreams. We both go inside and it turns out that the office is attached to a Target. How convenient! I told my mom the plan which was to see the one patient they had for me and hopefully it will be quick enough that we can go back to my office and finish her appointment because she’s not a hard patient. As I was coming up on the dental place, I got a funny vibe. I left my mom to look at things in Target and worked my way to their front desk. They didn’t have any patients yet and it almost seemed like they weren’t even open yet. I got the attention of one person in the 7 person group in the front and told them who I was. The man nodded and started rifling through the papers there. I tried to smile at some of the other workers, but they were busy sizing me up. He then asked me if I was able to see patients from 6-8pm and I was like, wait, what? I thought they were closed in an hour. He said no, it was their late day which explained why nothing was being done yet. I wrinkled my nose and told him that I need to talk to my mom first. The girl told me that was about 3-4 patients. That wasn’t the original deal! I run out to my mom who is browsing and I tell her the situation, leaning towards ditching the place and going back to finish her appointment in my office. She told me not to and that she’ll become a new patient here so that I could clean her teeth, that way I won’t lose the opportunity at this new place. I told her I already don’t like it, so I don’t care, but she insisted, so I decided to agree to take the patients for her sake. I went back in and now the front desk area had all the workers sitting on the floor waiting for something…a meeting? There was a guy and a girl without any clothes on, just some bath towels and looking sheepish, though. Everyone else seemed as depressed as they did when I first came in. What a huge team! The office must be massive! I hate chains, and I can already tell there is drama here. I’m wandering through their halls looking for the guy and I wave at some of the other people who work there, but they just scowl at me and return to doing what they’re doing. I’m about to tell my mom we’re leaving, when I wake up.

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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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Game? Car? Patient, brother, food

It’s hard to remember what I dreamed about last night. I must have slept really well, or at least relatively so. Didn’t want to get up this morning. There are snippets, though.

It was village compound. Wooden and metal structures with lots of stairs which made me think of somewhere close to water. I think there was something that happened before arriving at the compound, but no matter what, I was on a mission FPS style. I ran up some stairs and into a room. Stuff happened and then I needed to find and earn some keys. There was some longer explanatory cut-scenes which I paid no attention to and tried to skip but couldn’t. I decided to do the stair mini-game because I needed those keys for later on and didn’t have time to find the real ones. It was simple enough, just climb some stairs within the time period, increasing increments to get more keys. I managed to get the first key, but then something happened and I cancelled the game to go find out what it was. I had spent too much time doing that and the game time counter was getting shorter and shorter. I went into another room where I saw someone who looked like my ex on the bed without a shirt. I jumped on his back and played a puzzle about hitting some numbers on his back that would light up (other things happened too, but I can’t remember). Then it was the boss fight! I ended up in my bathroom, naked, because I needed to shower and pee. The door wasn’t closing all the way (it doesn’t in real life until you push it hard into the latch), so my ex kept coming to the crack and looking in it playfully. I kept pushing it in his face before realizing I left something on the bed and asked him to get it for me. He did and handed it to me and I closed the door for real.

Then there was some convoluted storyline about shopping, my mom, my cousins? and a diva peer from hygiene school. A craft store, then we all were supposed to get into a car. A spattering of my family, friends and co-workers. I didn’t know how we were all going to fit in her Crosstrek, but I was the first to climb in from the trunk and sit in the back. Everyone else was going to go in my mom’s car instead and the remaining would go in her car (all males). I think we were going to a party or a wedding. The peer was just telling me that my look wasn’t good enough and she did not approve of the “makeup” I had on.

We went on our way and I ended up at work. The patients were a large family of black people. My patient was a young man, about 17 years old (even though he looked more like a 25 yo). We got to talking about cars and he told me he wanted a WRX. I basically spewed the same conversation I literally just had with my brother about cars in real life last night at him, while not only cleaning his teeth, but dismantling everything in his old red car. One piece had broken, so my brother and I removed everything but the frame and then replaced them all. My brother even gave him a new trash thing for the car. I left my brother to put it all back so I could go help pack my uncle’s van. It was so big they even had a chest of drawers in the back. By the time I went back to the patient, my dad was there, pulling a long usb cable out of the young man’s car. I scolded him not to pull too hard because my brother had just installed it. My dad frowned at me for disrespecting him, but I didn’t care. I was more concerned about the fact that my brother had already finished and left behind a lot of food for me: Popeye’s chicken strip, McDonald’s hamburgers, drinks, and a few other good food pieces.

Then I got a text and woke up.

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Ex, work, friends

It was nighttime and I was roaming around on a street and around inside a store. I was with some family? But my ex was there too. When he showed up, I was taken aback, but secretly excited as well. I strove to treat him like I treat anyone else, like a friend, but he was very enthusiastic about seeing and being around me. I enjoyed his presence, but there was a nagging warning in the back of my mind. He was happy, friendly…almost too friendly. As we traveled on together with my group, he kept pace with me, smiling, walking closely. He tried to hold my hand, which I acquiesced for a bit, but dropped because it just felt wrong. I’d told him that he was never going to hear from me ever again, so why was this happening? All the happy, nostalgic feelings were overshadowed by the knowledge that this can’t possibly be real because we were no more, and to be perfectly honest, I didn’t want it to happen again because my brain knew and knows that we weren’t meant to be together…it would never work out. Just end up the way it already has. We stopped on the street to watch some rescue crews deal with a car crash and he, being in the line of work, was very interested in watching how and what they did. I remember looking at his face which was so interested and trying to learn what they were doing in that particular instance. He later tried to kiss me and as I went in to return the kiss, our lips only brushed because I pulled away. None of this was possibly real. He would never do that in public and initiate it. He was never that kind of happy person, eager to learn new things. It was always me who picked up his hand to hold it. HE was the one who’d drop it first. As much as I wanted to feel his arms around me or his large warmth, My brain knew it was just a dream. So, the dream faded.

I was at work now. Juggling 3 patients. A kid, a middle aged woman and one of my greyhound friends. As I jumped chairs to the kid, the woman I saw before, next door, suddenly got up and ran to the front desk. I jumped up to intercept her and she was jamming of my instruments into her mouth and asking me why there was a space around a tooth the tissue. I put her back into the chair, appalled that I’d forgotten to clean her up well, and explained to her in the mirror why some areas were deeper. She’d freak out with sensitivity when I went into a deeper pocket, but was oddly interested in it all. My boss was checking the kid next door and I felt awful that she basically ended up doing the rest of the appt for me. I could feel the disappointment from her, but I had yet another patient to attend to. It was my greyhound friend and his wife! He was in the chair. I was surprised and a little worried, but I go in there and he’s got some deep pockets too. I’m talking to them and tell him that before he leaves I’ll give him a tool that will be useful to him. I get up to get the dentist and get caught up in other things and before I know it, it’s time to go. I grab my bags and coat and head out, but see my neighbor and realize I forgot to get him the tools I said I’d give him. So I run back to the rooms to find things (find that a room has tape on it and turns out some lady was using it as a sort of daycare room for kids. I break the tape and go in to find some kids and adults watching tv, so I go through the drawers and can’t find what I’m looking for, so I go to the lab area and we…don’t have any left? After lots of rooting around, I pick up 3 items and run to him. He’s talking with 2 other men (some of whom I recognize) and I hand him the stuff, quickly explaining what they are for. He asks for a deeper explanation, so I open each one up to show him, apologizing about not having the right tools, but telling him to either look online or go to the store. As it turns out, the one I thought was a brush was in fact a food sauce brush, and the brush handle was more like an exacto knife type of deal. I laughed loudly and so did everyone else, except my coworker who thought it was weird, but I was OK with it because I respect my friend’s intelligence to not destroy himself. Then I walked home with my coworker in the crowded, narrow street of the city where I came across a very old friend who for some reason was half my size. I tapped her on the head and said hello. She turned and saw me, and happily gave me a big hug. I was in a hurry so I said goodbye and kept going, smiling to myself.

Lots of smiling and happiness in the dreams last night!

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Hotel, Dental, Dog, Church

I was sitting in the Cathedral at mass, when a girl who looks like someone I went to school with years ago starts talking loudly to a girl next to her, saying she thinks that she has an infection in her mouth. They go back and forth, and finally I talk (not whisper) to her and say, after mass, there are xray units here in the church. I know because I used to do dental screenings here when I was in school, and even get a dream flashback to when I was doing it. She says, why does a church have dental units, and I say, it’s because a lot of kids don’t have access to dental care, but still come to church, so they offer it as a program. After mass, I look in her mouth and there really is something wrong. Then all of the sudden I’m working with two other dental professionals on children coming through the screening process. A little black girl comes in and I look in her mouth to see bleeding and several other cavities. I’m not in charge of xray, so I ask later what the treatment plan is. The other guy shakes his head and says we need extraction and several things. I’ve really taken to this girl and go over to talk and make her feel comfortable, knowing full well, that once she leaves I won’t see her again, but I hope for the best.

Then I was at work and went out to get a patient. I’d forgotten who she was, but I knew there was something special about her case. She started telling me about trying to maintain the lower front area and suddenly I remembered. She was the one whose attached tissues there were not attached anymore and would balloon out. She was supposed to try and clear out the holes that made them do that, but they are hard to reach. Apparently they looked better than the last time, but I took the Cavitron and blasted it out anyways, making the tissues fly around, so to do my job, I had to push down while scaling in order to prevent the tissues from billowing around. It did not seem to hurt the patient, and I used a neato, cordless ultrasonic device that was new, even if it doesn’t make sense how it worked. Why we didn’t refer her to a specialist, I don’t know. But. Then all of that morphed into me working while being surrounded by dental hygiene students. In reality they were the class after us, but in my dream I was a veteran in the field  and they were on their second year. They were talking about things and I was trying to clean my room (which wasn’t a room so much as a store aisle? I have no idea). I laughed and told them that good gravy, I don’t even know what they’re talking about anymore because I’ve been practicing and away from the “scientific and proper” terminology. Then I reminisced about being in their shoes too and thinking the same thing about my own faculty. Some were taking it in and other scoffed at my apparent stupidity like they would never make that mistake. I just smiled to myself and went about my knowing way.

I was then walking out with my coworker and right before I step outside, I get an advisory about a freak hurricane-like situation going on outside with wind and rain (interestingly it DID rain last night). I was like, uh oh, we’d better get going. She started going down the wooden stairs off this ridiculously steep cliff-like thing, and I decided to go the shortcut way and slid my way down the mud. I only sort of had to use my butt. We walk into the darkness to our cars (how far away is it??) and then there were a pack of dogs being trained to walk in a pack offleash. One of them wasn’t very well trained and was running ahead. I laughed, and she started walking with us and around us. Seeing that she was more interested in us than the pack, I decided to take the time to lead her back to the group. Gave her a little push on the tushie and she looked back at me before running off to where she was supposed to be.

We made our way to a city-like place and apparently I wasn’t going to make it home so we go into a hotel room that has been prepared for us. It was very futuristic, in a futuristic city altogether, and the hotel was heavily advertised for being extremely smart and safe. I walk in and see 3 males in there already. There were other modular rooms around it and apparently we were all going to stay there. I sat down with my friend (I don’t really know who it is anymore, just a friend) at the modern, plastic table, and the 3 guys, one of which was Asian and annoying were talking to me about the hotel and other things like my supposed mission. The other 3 would chime in, but the Asian guy was the primary. I got tired of listening and realized that I was wearing my sleeping clothes and therefore no bra which was awkward considering the three males and that I keep resting my boobs on the table, so I told him that I was going to go change my clothes really quickly in the bedroom right off to my left on the window-side. He was really upset that I would say that! I didn’t understand why he was so upset because I truly just wanted to change my clothes, and so despite his arguing, I went into the room anyways, glad to be away from his grating voice. The door was kind of neat, and locked behind me in my favor. The queen bed in there was unmade and messy. I wrinkled my nose when I realized I was meant to sleep in the bed and share it with someone else. There was a row of 4 windows looking out over the city which was pretty except that there was another hotel across the way with people watching my every move. I draw a curtain which has a big old hole in it, but I stand so that it doesn’t matter and was about to drop my pants when all of the sudden a giant screen on the wall behind the bed lights up and idiot Asian guy on a two-way audio laughs menacingly. The two other males open the door and walk in and I roll my eyes. He really didn’t want me to be alone in the room and change my clothes! WTF. I give up. So I leave the two males in the room to do whatever they were wanting to do and go back out to the shared area to have dinner since it’s now dark. I notice another bedroom off to the right side and make a mental note to get to it when no one’s looking because I’m tired. The Asian guy is talking still but I decide that I’m getting a pervy streak coming from him and now I’m going to play with him to make him uncomfortable and upset. I keep telling him that I have no problem whatsoever changing my clothes right then and there, and threaten to start taking them off. He says, with bravado, that it’s not nakedness he cares about, it’s principle. I start smiling and stand up, pull a chair up next to him very closely, and sit in it, rubbing his body and resting my head on his shoulder while giving him a hug. My friend starts laughing at my antics because he’s obviously uncomfortable and then he turns into a woman who has the feel of memory foam. I get up to leave to go on our mission and try to make a pitstop into the bedroom, but am denied.

 

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Work

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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