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.
I dreamed I was going to the doctor but was late. There was a confusing parking garage- I don’t remember the circumstances behind it. Then I was in the hallway and Donald Trump was there. He was somehow helping the doctor. A young man walked by and said he needed more protein so my doctor told him to eat more junior bacon cheeswburgers from Wendy’s.
I dreamed that I had cancer. I was in a lot of pain and very sick from the chemotherapy. I was in a hospital but my old friend Brent came and got me so I could stay with him.
I had gone to some sort of conference and was staying in a hotel with Michael. It had a really large bathroom so he could take a bath and I could take a shower and we wouldn’t see each other. We had been at a parade just before going back to the hotel. It might have been a gay pride parade, the only thing I remember was there were individuals riding in cups of dippin dots, and I realized that you could rent them and be in the parade. As it was getting over, a man on a horse came over and I tried to pet the horse. A man came back to the hotel with us and offered to do a dream Interptetaion reading for me, so I tried writing my number On a business card but the marker smeared. Instead I wrote my number on a piece of paper and kept his business card.
I was having some sort of indigestion or heart burn and dad had told me to go to a doctor. I went- it was in the hotel- and I filled out the paperwork. But then I had to wait because either Alex or Dylan was filling out a job application. They were asking the interviewer questions about being on Canada and writing down her answers. It seemed like they were filling it out wrong but I couldn’t interrupt them. By the time they were done, I had decided to wait and go to Dr. Chen. Then I went to meet Austin to buy tickets to an event, but we were having trouble getting them. I went up to the room and he was supposed to be right behind me. When I got there, he wasn’t there yet but Heather was. She had a thick dark mustache and beard- it was strange. She was really upset and I was trying to calm her down. She was looking for a job where she could take her four kids to work with her. I suggested a daycare. Once she left I went to find Austin. I got on the elevator and rode to the 5th floor and there was a big party with food and drinks. I got back on the elevator and Austin was slumped on the floor drunk. I got him back to the room and he kept trying to leave because there was a lady taking over his Twitter and he was upset.
Somewhere in the dream, Alex was in the woods turkey hunting .
I just realized I never transcribed my dream from Saturday, so here goes… since it’s now Monday, I don’t actually remember having the dream, so I can just share what I wrote.
in hospital but at work. Everyone had been asked to share their hospital flowers, but not everyone did (only 3 people.) Remedy (a tool we use at work) was going down and I was being asked to authorize it. Mom was there and men that I didn’t know.
A quick footnote about the title I chose for this: I work in customer service for a telecommunications company, and often, when I get stressed out, someone will say something like “We’re not flying airplanes here” or “We’re not saving lives here” – meaning, if I make a mistake, it’s not going to hurt anyone. In this particular dream, the decision I made could have hurt someone, so that’s why I chose this title.