Dog, nightguard, toothbrush, gas station, house/war, my legs

I had the hardest time getting up this morning…similar to springtime! It smells like spring and feels a bit like it too! This weather is insane.

There was this group of 4 friends walking by an apartment complex when they see a black, young dog racing around out there. They manage to catch it and for whatever reason they become mad and upset at the owners for something, so they troop into the apartment the dog’s owner lives and already there is a problem. Only 2 of them managed to get inside the apartment door (a girl and guy, I remember mentioning that I’m so glad a guy made it in there) before it closed and I could hear loud yelling. I looked outside at a commotion and then looked back to see that the remaining 2 friends had been able to hold open the door. I yelled at them to take pictures and call the cops, and they started filming too. Then 4 big college guys begin to troop into the complex, ready to fight and saying, If that’s MY dog they’re arguing about, I’m about to open a can on them! I’m like, uh oh, and skedaddle. Useful, I know.

I end up in a store at the mall. I walk past this mannequin display with an interesting dental tool attached to it. Some random shopper runs up to me as soon as I pick it up in my hand to investigate, and asks, ARE YOU GOING TO BUY THAT?? As if, if I do, then she will. I say, I don’t know yet, and proceed to try out all the demo functions, each brush head (ridiculous ones too) on my face, etc. Then I tell her that the $69 price tag is too much and that if it was half of that, then I would. I look closer at the price tag and there’s a markdown etched into it! At first it said -2, which I took to mean minus two dollars, but looking even closer saw it said half off. I happily exclaimed to the customer that since it’s only $30 (yeah that’s not half…) and I have a coupon, I will definitely buy it! She claps her hands at my luck.

I don’t remember exactly what happened in this next one, but it dealt with really flavorful and delicious cuts of meat that I was unable to taste. Then my half awake dream brain remembered why, it was because I was wearing my night guard! Solution: remove the night guard and shove it under the pillow so that I could enjoy the scrumptious meal!

I was driving around at night, somewhere half familiar and half not. I end up at this park-like green space and I see some columns and lights, so I leave my car to investigate and it turns out to be a historical, pristine, relief carved in beautiful and perfect white marble. Not only that, but it’s not traditional vertical wall, it was carved into the terrain of the ground into the small hill there. So because it was historical and beautiful and I wanted to see all of it, I took off my shoes and proceeded to climb and crawl all over the preserved artifact, making sure to revel my feet in the cold rocky feel of it all. Turns out the images depicted on it are of some controversial nature as it was carved in honor of the Nazi’s but in ancient Chinese art style. I found my family and brought them over to see it so everyone could climb over it too. Then there was some strange thing melded to the dream where there was a war of sorts starting in a massive kitchen? And I needed to ferry supplies to that one base which then we had to quickly move because we’d been found out.

Drove out to a gas station to get gas and ended up sitting there watching another guy get gas. Then something about a flamethrower.

The very last one I remember involved my greyhound mentor and his wife. We were outside and somehow he had managed to fall off or jump off a half-constructed building and could not use his legs. I was staying in this place and somehow I had broken my leg or injured it too. I wanted to go to the grocery store, though, so his wife said she could take me since he couldn’t. I said I could drive, but then again, I was supposed to have one leg injured, so I went with it. Originally I’d intended to go in my pajama pants, but I decided to go change into jeans since that’d be embarrassing for them. I carefully put my legs into my pants and found that actually they didn’t hurt that badly. The room I was in, was my old room in the last house we had. I made sure to change the screen on my laptop before it burned into the screen, and then proceeded to meet his wife who would drive me. She had pulled up in this Formula 1 drag race car and almost couldn’t control it. I almost told her that I felt fine and could drive myself, but she insisted I get into the passenger seat. It was completely made of metal, and somehow I navigated my injured self into it. Then we were at Harris Teeter, and I shot off to shop on my own, because I didn’t need chaperones, thanks. They still followed me anyways and that was annoying, but I managed to pick a few items and then found a neato box in the dog food aisle that ha da picture of a greyhound on it. Inside contained cans of sardines and anchovies. I picked up a German shepherd box and that had dehydrated meal of kibble, spinach and carrots in it. I guess German shepherds like that. I showed it to my greyhound mentor who happened to be perfectly fine and we looked at the price ($39.79) and I complained that buying from Costco would be cheaper, but I guess it wasn’t too bad a price.

Then my body jolted awake 2 minutes before I was supposed to 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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Avocado, class, Josh Groban

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

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Sister, BiL, friend

I don’t remember too much about my dreams lately. I barely remembered last night’s until I really tried hard to recall it this morning specifically for this blog! Maybe too much is in my mind about Christmas!

There was some hazy thing with family members, a very dark sky (dusk-like), cars. I was roaming around alone in a bustling city. It was cold, but I was warm because I had a winter coat on. I guess I had just moved to the city and was busy exploring it. Went through a few stores and eventually ended up in an indoor mall. I guess I got a call to return to my dwelling, because soon I was back in a house with many rooms. I was talking with someone about what furniture to put where. My sister and brother in law had just arrived and I took them on the exact same track I’d just taken through stores. They kept asking me about the places and I’d respond. Then we were in a house again, but this time it was a different place that wasn’t mine. Turns out it was my brother in law’s and sister’s place. The time was now late at night and I was very sleepy. My mom and I were there too to help them move in, but my brother in law was being irksome: he was busy playing video games and my mom reminded him he needed some vitamins. He got up and rummaged around a cabinet, but got mad because he couldn’t find it, so plopped back down in front of the video game again. My mom suggested her go unpack some boxes and find it then, and he said something in anger to her in the tune of “no.” I’m irked now, and open a nearby box myself. Lo and behold, there it is! I extract it wordlessly and put it on a small table nearby with a telephone and other things on it. My mom and I plan to leave because obviously we weren’t welcome, and I refuse to help unpack if he’s just going to be completely useless. I go to find my sister and tell her we’re leaving, and come in upon a strange sight. She’s in a room (strangely reminiscent but not exactly like our old room we grew up in) littered with things unpacked from a box. She is sitting on the floor, swallowing 2 swords. I watch for a bit as she practices, a sadness and anger in her. I finally ask what she’s doing, and she says she’s practicing to find a new husband because she doesn’t want to be married to hers anymore. I am sad for them, but don’t blame her because he’s being such a jerk about moving. I suspect a litany of arguments leading this but can’t do anything for them, only hope they can work on it, and tell her we’re leaving.

Back at my place, not in the city anymore, someone tells me to look out the window. I look out my front window to see Trump signs everywhere. I don’t want to care, but it looks like there’s going to be some live music, so I shrug and go out to listen to the musicians. There are 3 chairs and 3 young women sitting in them playing music. The instruments are 2 band instruments and a cello (trumpet? clarinet? It keeps changing). As the sun starts to set, suddenly they’re all playing cellos. The original cellist is great, the one in the middle is good, but the last one plays completely out of tune. I grin and think maybe I should ask if they want me to play, but then it’s over. One of them turns into my old college friend and she follows me into my house, asking me how I used to play string instruments in such cold weather. I say something nonsensical and pass it off as dream fact, and she is amazed. Then I mention that I rarely get cold anyways because my body is so warm all of the time. I take her hands to warm them up and they are cold. I rub them between my own and am about to say goodbye and go to sleep for the night.

I wake up.

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Not sure if this is appropriate, BUT I guess this is a dream blog after all, sooo here it goes.

Had a couple dreams (and managed to pull all the blankets to one side of the bed), but here are the memorable bits.

Vague memory of being around some large buildings, shopping. Well, as it turns out, for some reason I JUST found out after decades on this earth, that I not only had my own genitals, but that of a female and male on top of it. It was…perplexing…to say the least and I was not only embarrassed but unsure of what to do. People kept asking me to help them with things, men and women alike and I was extremely uncomfortably aware of the large bulge in my pants…not because of the man-bits doing things, but because the 2 add-on parts on top of my original had to have been visible? Pants aren’t made for conditions like that! Then the man-bits DID start acting up, of course, and locked myself in the bathroom for as long as I could get away with, panicking about what to do while simultaneously curious about what it was (after the initial shock started wearing away) and how it worked and what the HELL it all was. Speculation as to how it got there. I resolved to go visit a doctor about it and talk about having it removed…but I just couldn’t stop thinking about how vascular the genitals themselves tended to be. Well, wouldn’t know until I talked to someone.

Later, I was driving around with some family members and cousins and friends (they kept switching up) and we all decided to stop for this old Popeyes. We are first in line and this Popeyes is like a factory! Except the signs look like Long John Silvers. The rest of us order and sit down with our food. I’m eating my meal deal of chicken, savoring and ripping out meat and getting grease on my hands. My mom has just gotten out of the bathroom and went to go place her order. Well, my mom surely can’t see the menu well, so there’s some discussion going on at the counter, so as it starts getting heated, my brother and I stand up to go see if we can help. I get there first in time to catch the Asian man helping her yell at white lady in the back who is trying to help take the order. He tells her to go back to doing her job, that this is HIS role and he can do it. Embarrassed, I look around at the other workers standing at their stations and everyone has that ignore face on. Maybe it happens a lot. I didn’t help too much and my mom ends up ordering chicken tenders or something, so she pays and we all go sit down again. As we’re all eating I look around at the other customers, the environment, the menu. Looks like you can order a play to be performed if you wanted to, which I grinned at, imagining the workers donning the costumes to come out and dance for about 10 minutes. Then we leave and some mail is delivered to my mom by a courier who catches up to us. The message is, “Good news, the cook who made your tenders did not get struck by lightning!” We’re like what?? The courier explains to us that they don’t make honey maple tenders anymore because it’s so dangerous to make. Lightning really likes to strike those who make chicken tenders. That’s why they were arguing at the counter. I guess my mom really wanted her tenders.

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Had a very fitful night flopping around.

I had in my possession a handgun, a semi-automatic rifle and a shotgun. I’d bought them from somewhere and after taking them home, I decided to go to the SEG range to try them out and have someone show me. For some reason I only brought the shotgun and one box of ammo. When I was there, I went up to the desk which was strangely empty, it must have been a slow day, and the instructor who did my handgun class was there. He went through everything, looked at the gun, and asked me if I wanted to use their dummy bullets first before the real ammo only for $69.99 deal with the range time which was from 2-4pm. I hesitated, not knowing what I wanted and he was getting impatient. Then I said, sure, and realized I’d forgotten my keys and wallet in the car. When I told him I’d be right back he was exasperated again, but let me go. As I ran out, I noticed my brother was sitting in my car. Let it be known that he hadn’t wanted to come with me because he seemed nervous about coming along to a place he didn’t know. I told him he can come or not, but he’d have to pay to use the range too and I wasn’t about to do it for him, he needed to be a big boy and do it himself, if he so desired. My sister seemed to be around for some reason too. Ran back inside only to find that the line was now ridiculously long and instead of forcing my way in, I decided to wait in line. 2 other people were helping to check in/out now. Waiting with me was suddenly my whole family. My brother got bored and began walking around, poking and looking into and out of doors, much to my embarrassment. When it was finally my turn again, the instructor picked up my shotgun which now looked more like an assault rifle with a thing in the middle. He decided to hold a class right then and there given that my family was with me. He asked all of the sudden what I thought the middle thing was and I’m like, huh? My brother chimes in that it’s a guide. The instructor approved and said yep. I had to add that oh, it’s for chainsaws, which was right, but he seemed annoyed with my lack of knowledge. Then he explained that it was to fake out the enemy. More talking happened and before I knew it we were all playing mini-games which annoyed me tremendously because my brother wasn’t even supposed to be there and why was my mom playing too? Then I look up and the instructor is gone and the counter is empty again. I’m tired of dealing with my family, so I turn to go find the range since I paid for some instruction time. I grab my shotgun (now a shotgun), ammo and dummy ammo and start to look for the door. There’s a sea of people sitting behind us like the DMV and had been watching us the whole time. I paid them no heed and proceeded to wander around the small facility for ages, getting lost and being afraid to go into certain doors. Then the place opens up into a large store/market kind of place and I ask people standing around where the range is. They direct me to the back of the place and I’m like, oh, duh. There’s yet another counter to stand and wait at in line, so I do. The girl there signs me up, has me fill out a few things and I show her my shotgun and she and a few others nod their approval since most people just use handguns. I see the holsters on everyone around me. As I sign my name and hit the green button on the credit card machine, they direct me to the range. FINALLY I can enter and be instructed on how to fire my shotgun and become competent…..

I wake up. Because it’s time to wake up.


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Dog, Home Improvement, Neighbors

I was out in the dark, driving around on the highway in a place I don’t recognize, when I came upon a dog. It was a black greyhound quite a bit like my own black greyhound. I wasn’t home, as we were on vacation or something, so I managed to grab it (didn’t have a leash) and directed it to this glass building in the middle of nowhere that was filled to the brim with junk and wrappers and other trash. My family came to join me and help. I was very excited because she obviously had no owner and reminded me so much of my own dog, I wanted to help her. I let her loose in the house as I ran to talk to my mom and find a leash and collar for her, possibly even a harness. She had been eating everything she could find, including the trash littering the floor, and was so fast and so energetic it was hard to catch her. It’s a good thing we made it to the enclosed area. Finally I got a collar on her so we could grab and direct her, but I sent someone to get a harness too because she was so rambunctious. Walking her was a no-no until the harness was found. Finally I could turn my attention onto her and my mom and I together tried to control her and prevent her from doing bad things, but she was SO crazy and high energy it was wholly frustrating. Then she slowed down, but only because she didn’t feel well having eaten all the trash. She sat down in front of me and I felt her torso and could hear the crinkles where she’d eaten plastic. I told everyone that the only thing we could do now was wait for her to poop and hope everything comes out. More than likely, I’d have to help things out. So she started pooping. Everywhere. I scrambled to keep up with it all and pick up the poops, but they weren’t solid and mixed in with the bits of trash. In my head, I thought that this is probably how Liana was as a young dog and what a good thing I hadn’t had to deal with that, as well as maybe it’ll be a good thing when I manage to get the 2 of them together to meet when we get home and she passes a vet exam.

Then I walked out of my current house. It was late afternoon and I looked over 2 doors down to see that they had been busy replacing their bathroom vanities in the house! Wow. A new car, new bathrooms…they’ve got themselves into some money lately! I stood there to watch a little and saw Tim Taylor from Home Improvements there to help them build things in their house. Randy, his son was helping him too. Then they all returned home to MY house and I guess I was supposed to be Brad. Randy was on the couch looking at me when I walked back in, morose because he wanted his cell phone back to play games on it. Tim walks into the house and I tell him, so he begrudgingly pulls out an old flip-phone and pokes a few buttons, handing it to me. I look at the screen and there is a long list of games MSDOS style, but with the graphics of a TI-83 scientific calculator. I hand it to Randy and he is so happy he sits down to play. That’s when the youngest son comes down the stairs with a mullet and wearing a 90’s jacket. He’s been out with a friend that no one approves of, and he shows me another flip-phone. I tsk at him and say, after he gloats about it, that I’m going to have to tell his mom. He looks at me in horror and I run down to the basement utility room, which is now not a utility room. Tim and his wife are in there talking and I walk in to tell them that their youngest has a phone now. Mom shakes her head sadly and says the name of the boy no one approves of. I nod gravely, and she laments that he’s only 10 years old! The kid walks into the room and arguing starts, but I wake up.

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Car, Family, Food

I was driving my route to work, and it happened that I had my sister and brother in the car with me. Driving around the place to look at things and then we made our way over to my paternal grandmother’s house who happened to live in the area (she doesn’t). We show up and one of my cousins is there too. It’s getting dark as it is late afternoon, and we sit on the couch of the very small dwelling my grandma lives in. My sister and cousin are making plans and announce all of the sudden that they want to go have pho. Like right now, near where my house is. I’m like, OK, I’m down with that if that’s what you want as everyone is a guest. My brother doesn’t want to and I kind of don’t, just wanna go home, but I’m trying to be a good host. They become more insistent and I remembered I have dogs and really need to go home. I say to them, well, why don’t we go home, and they go because I really need to get home to the dogs. It’s getting very late. All of the sudden there are more people there. A male cousin shows up, my uncle is there and my mom is there too The male cousin (I’ve not seen him in years) is getting petulant about something and his dad (my uncle, all on my dad’s side) explains that he’s very addicted to his shows on Netflix and needs to watch them without fail as soon as they come out. We still haven’t decided who is going for pho. I move couches to the other side of the small house and sit next to my mom. The only face I actually see clearly is my uncle’s face. The whole time everyone is still discussing the pho thing, I’m sitting there thinking in my head that my grandma is very quiet through all of this. Normally she’d recommend and be happy to make pho for everyone right then and there. Other dialogue comes up, which now I don’t remember, but overall the environment and atmosphere is easy and friendly.

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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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