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 arrived at the school for a meeting but the meeting was over/ at first I thought I was lucky to miss it, but then I realized that I was going to have to help do inventory. We had to walk from room to room and wrote down if there were problems – specifically chairs missing or broke computers. We didn’t have a methodical process and were missing rooms. Plus we didn’t actually turn on the computers. I didn’t believe anyone even looked at the report because the same things had been reported before. As we went around I wrote down the names of each room- they were labeled in a sign over the door but they were had to read. The rooms were large lecture style. One room was dedicated to Christmas and at first there was no decoration but then we realized the teacher was bringing one item out at a time. The most recent item she brought out was a lacy bra that matched her clothes. At one point I was in a nursery and had used my pencil down to the nub. I went to sharpen it but the sharpener was so tall it was out of my reach plus there was nothing left to sharpen. I took a pencil from the cup on the desk instead.
I was supposed to be in charge of the concession stand for the band, but it was being set up in the church kitchen. As we were setting up a hearse was leaving from behind and Ben commented how the show must go on and we do a good job of keeping things moving. Someone got out a big tub of cookies and said they were left over from the middle school game. I asked if they were for us to eat or to sell and she said sell three for a dollar. Then there were boxes of petit fours that we were trying to plate on little crystal plates and sell but they kept breaking.
It was 30 minutes before the game was to start and someone asked me if I wanted to start in prayer. I was conflicted since it was a school event but said I would do it 15 minutes before. Then we got busy and I don’t think I ever did.
In my dream, we had all moved to a new house. Alex invited five friends over and they were playing dress up in full costumes. They were like onesies and there were soldiers, cowboys and more. I realized that they didn’t have time to change and get to school on time and so I told them to get changed. Dylan was driving us, even though the school was within walking distance. Dylan went to pick up his friend and came back and was waiting in the driveway. Then suddenly I was a student and had to go too. I was worried about having to run laps for being late to band and I didn’t know if I could do it. Also that day we had a field trip scheduled to a science museum that included an aquarium. I didn’t want to be sweaty to go to the museum. As we were walking in, Aunt Sandy called me.
I had been on a trip for work and just got back. I was supposed to be in high school but had missed the first several weeks. My old classmate Jason was there. He went and got us a Diet Coke to split because I had mostly foreign currency. I was carrying a purse, which was odd. Then I decided to go get food in the cafeteria. I got there and looked at the hot food area, salad bar and deli and the decided to get a piece of pizza. The slices were huge. I got ready to take my plate and they said I had to slide my badge and I realized that since I missed the first of school I didn’t have one. I went to the front office and got in line to get one. There were strange older guys going into the school making jokes about hard boobs. It was weird. Michael was in the line with me too.
At a festival at church. No one had told me what to do so I got a big popcorn machine like they had at the braves game and started making popcorn. We were supposed to be done by midnight and I was finished. Suddenly we were in a school. Whoever was in charge was leaving and Michael and I left with some other guy. Two guys were staying there to get high and we were worried about them. The next morning we came back to church and Davis was doing communion and Ben was helping. The two men were missing and someone told everyone what happened and they were in the hospital. For communion we had water instead of wine and I had my glass covered in foil. One lady asked a question in the middle of communion.
I dreamed I was back in school and didn’t have the proper supplies. I had gone upstairs and was going to English. (I wasn’t sure I had the right class.) when I got there I saw my old elementary school friend Alison was there and had brought a whole pack of plain dark colored markers. I had a multi colored pack and remembered I was supposed to have the other. The teacher was a mean old woman so I expected to get in trouble.