A Camp or Conference Like No Other

I dreamed I was at some sort of camp at the church. I think it had to do with the diocese. Alex went with me and made friends with the youth group, and had a great time. I didn’t really see him but I knew he was there. When I arrived I needed to find someplace to sleep. I was sitting on a bed (it looked like a hospital bed on wheels.)  It was in the main room and there was a bathroom down the hall we would all share.  I had a 12 pack of diet coke, but then I looked down and realized it was Diet Dr. Thunder (that my mom drinks.) I started bargaining with people to trade some for diet cokes in the morning. I was also trying to do some emails on my laptop.

Then a group of disabled people came in, and we realized these hospital beds were meant for them. So they took those beds and wheeled away. I asked someone what we should do, and they said that we could transfer to another part of the hotel. I didn’t want to spend the extra money, so I walked around checking in other rooms, but they were all full.  When I came back, more beds had been added but they had all been taken too. (And some were golden bunk beds that were extremely wobbly.)  So, I decided to go to the other part of the hotel.  I walked down the hall, and there was a ride you could get on.  It was a combination water ride/roller coaster (a lot like fire in the hole.) At the end you arrived at a different part of the park. I got off (and was with a female friend of mine.) We walked into the hotel part, and sure enough, they gave us a room there.  It was a shared suite with a guy we knew (short with glasses – reminded me of my old friend Doug.) There were two huge bedrooms and a huge bathroom with several dressing areas plus shower, toilet, etc. It was extremely luxurious and huge. We were thrilled and it was so much nicer than all the places people were staying over on the other side. We went to bed, and when we woke up, we realized we had overslept and missed the morning session. We got dressed, and I was wearing a short skirt with pink, sparkly tights and a renaissance-style coat with a hood. It was very cute, but very unusual for me. As we were walking over to the sessions, we passed through a mall-like area.  There was the chance for groups to take pictures of themselves, so we did. I remember thinking they were very cute, and I wanted to buy copies.  There were lots of places that would put those pictures on t-shirts, but I just wanted prints. The technology was pretty neat though because as you would walk by the booths it would recognize you and show you your pictures.

I decided to stop in a store that was dark with black-lit aquariums. All of the fish were sparkly and glowing and beautiful, and everyone was wearing costumes similar to my own outfit. There were surreal looking trees in some of the aquariums and also some had an octopus in them. It was all beautiful and magical and surreal.

I was wearing skates of some sort, as were the people who worked there. I just wanted to wheel around and look at everything it was so beautiful. I stopped at one point for a romantic encounter with two people I used to work with. One was extremely shy (to the point she would falter and stutter in meetings) yet she held a position of authority. The man was the complete opposite, very outspoken and aggressive about everything. She was trying to satisfy me but I kept asking him to finish. She was disappointed and said that we would have one more meeting and he couldn’t participate but that she would make sure it was exceptional without him.

I continued toward the back of the store, but they had to turn on the lights because of some sort of a safety issue or accident. I was very disappointed because it took away the magical elements and made it look like a normal store. I tried to move forward to the front of the store where it was still dark and sparkly, and there was an octopus that was loose. The employee was trying to catch it, and it almost hit me.  I jumped to avoid it, and that action caused me to wake up.

Party Time in a Hospital Bathroom

I dreamed that I was volunteering in a hospital of some sort. It wasn’t a traditional hospital, and I’m not exactly sure what I was doing there. I was wearing blue jean shorts and a shirt, and everyone wore aprons over their outfits. I realized partway through that I should have been wearing the scrubs I have for the HMM – I would have been much more comfortable. When we walked in, we had to go through a classroom where my high school science teacher was teaching a class.  He always got mad that we interrupted his class, but I didn’t know any other way to get to the room I needed to be in.

One day after we got yelled at for interrupting a class, we went out the other side of the room to find an alternative entrance. This led us to a totally different part of the building.  One room was a huge room I’d seen on tv with purples and sheer curtains. I was starstruck! It was not used as a “hospital” but in some sort of entertainment capacity with famous people. I wanted to sit in one of the chairs but I didn’t. I went around to another section and needed to go to the bathroom. I saw a bathroom labeled “fecal” which I thought was a typo for female. When I went in though, there was a weird poop disposal system and a urinal-like contraption. There was no toilet I could use. I thought about trying to use the poop disposal thing but was worried about the cleanliness. So then I went around the corner and found other restrooms. When I opened the women’s door, there were two huge halves, and both were reserved for a birthday party. The main one, which was a private stall, was decorated and gilded in gold. It was reserved for the girl whose birthday it was. The other half, with multiple stalls, was reserved for the guests. I was very unhappy because I couldn’t find anywhere I could use.


I think that a lot of this dream relates to the building project at our church. We’ve had a lot of discussion about bathrooms, and the need for a family bathroom. I think that the clothes represent my persona and the fact that I’m not necessarily comfortable in the role that I’m in. The fact that my high school science teacher was there and making me find a different path is interesting. He always said that you had to hate kids to be a teacher or you would drive yourself crazy. I’ll have to think about why he was there.  Maybe because I didn’t really want to be involved with the design process, and now I’m leading the committee? If I cared too much about the outcome, I wouldn’t be a good fit for that.

On the market again

I dreamed we had begun looking for a new house to buy. I had given a budget of $236k- $300k. We looked at several but didn’t care for them. We looked at one that was like a double wide trailer but it had two entrances. There were two master suites on the floor. There was a huge laundry room too with an industrial washing machine. We were most worried about whether Buster would like the place or not. We spent the night there for several nights then decided we weren’t going to buy it.