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 wrote down a few snippets of dreams on paper next to my bed over the last week, but I didn’t write them down in full at the time, so I’m not sure which days the dreams occurred and I don’t remember the details of the dreams. But here’s what I’ve got:
car dealer/rental Terry from My Friend’s Place
pee everywhere dropping from ceiling
no one would help
Ok…the only part of this dream I remember clearly was when I went into the bathroom. It was very unclean and there were pools of urine on the floor, and it was on the ceiling dripping down. No matter what I did, I couldn’t escape from getting it on me. It was disgusting and I was so grossed out. This is oddly similar to Camp Capers, where there was also a bathroom and I was getting excrement all over me.
gone on trip
met guy at apt (?)
reservation at Mexican Villa in Nixa
lost on Highway 116
almost to Fayettville
Almost plane crash
cat hair in apt
Cousins at CVS exchanging —-?
This dream obviously relates to my recent trip back to Springfield. I don’t know what the significant of the number 116 is – that doesn’t mean anything to me.
I dreamed I was at some sort of camp. I went to the bathroom and the toilet had overflowed. I got poopy water all over my shoes and feet. I also spilled my makeup bag in the poopy water. It was gross. Different groups had set up camp differently- done with cots and done with blankets and sleeping bags spread out neatly and uniformly on the ground.
As I thought more about this dream throughout the morning, the meaning became more clear. In my personal My personal dream dictionary bathrooms tend to represent a “safe place” for me. They tend to show up as places I go to get ready, or places I go to hide. In real life, my company is in the middle of a merger. My job security is uncertain, and so I’m considering what to do if I need to start looking for a new job (after 13 years at this one!) Meanwhile, back at the farm, I’ve gained about 100 lbs and am not in great shape. I have a fear of interviewing for new jobs – afraid that people will have a bad impression of me and not hire me because of my appearance. I’ve been focusing in the last few weeks on starting a new health care plan (diet, exercise, etc.) so this is top of mind. I think that my “safe place” or comfort zone has been compromised, and I’m worried about how my appearance will affect me. The different camps represent different companies (who have their affairs neatly in order) and I’m walking by with poop on my virtual shoes.
I dreamed I was in the bathroom and people kept coming in. It began with mom and when I yelled at her she said she had been drinking. Then she brought in this man and woman. I was furious they came in while I was on the toilet. I went into the kitchen and started yelling, telling everyone they could do whatever they wanted but don’t come in my bathroom or bedroom. They had high school athletes there and were getting them drunk. I poured myself a glass of tea into a vase and then tried to pour a glass of wine. The wine was hanging upside down in a wooden holder but it wasn’t dripping for some reason. When I pulled it out, it sprayed all of the wall. Then I accidentally poured the wine into the same vase as the tea so it was ruined. I tried to put the wine back into the holder and it poured out everywhere. I was so annoyed. I went back into the bedroom and was trying to get Buster to come in before I closed the door. He went into another room instead. He finally came in and had a Dentastick so I knew that was why. The people came in again. The woman and man jumped on my bed in their shoes. I had a waterbed and was terrified it would break. They just laughed when I told them to get off the bed.
While I was in the room, I found a video of myself as a little girl. I didn’t know where it came from because no one I knew had/used a video camera but I knew I couldn’t ask mom.
People also kept coming in to talk about cleaning. Someone had cleaned up and had a bag of trash and there was a purple stuffed animal in the top of it. I was annoyed, thinking that they should have saved that and donated it. Then someone (one of the high school boys) asked if they should have, and I said I do if I have a box started for donations. Then Drew came in and said he forgot that today was the day to clean — (something) and he was going to start now. I told him he was doing a very good job with the schedule, and he asked if I would buy him a ring. I wasn’t sure what kind (class ring maybe?) but told him maybe.
I dreamed I was on a cruise with two other women that I don’t know. One of the three was selling drugs out of our cabin and we were concerned we were going to get in trouble or arrested. We were using the ship as transportation from one place to another and were going to have to disembark soon but we didn’t know exactly when. The second lady and I decided to go ahead and unpack, saying we could re-pack again quickly if needed. We stopped at a port but no one could get off the ship because there were guards from the Dakota Access Pipeline that were heavily armed and patrolling the streets. There were also armed men on motorcycles. I took pictures and called mom to update her. Then we got word that we could disembark the next morning beginning with school aged children (elementary first then high school) and then adults. I had left the room to use the bathroom in a public bathroom. When I came out, I had to swipe my room key on a kiosk. A guy who worked for the cruise line was there helping me. He looked to be around 30 with long dark hair that was in his eyes and glasses. When he was done he said “let me stick around for a minute- I hear the flute playing is great.” There was a video of him on the kiosk playing the flute. He was standing there holding a bunch of grapes. After he was done watching I said “enjoy your grapes” and started to leave. He laughed and said he didn’t even like grapes but that’s what was in the dining room.
I dreamed that I was living on a farm. Buster was there and we got another dog that was a lab as well. Unlike Buster, he was fearless and his favorite thing was to jump in the pond and swim. He would get in the pond every time he was near it. I saw a little girl giving him Denta Sticks and someone asked if it was ok that he was eating an entire bag. I freaked out and said no. The little girl got upset and I said that eithe she or Dylan could give him his one per day.
Then suddenly we saw an army nearby. They saw our house and started running for it. I panicked and tried to call Michael. I was so afraid that I had a hard time dialing the numbers and really had to concentrate. When I called he said it would be fine, that they only wanted shelter and rest. I was in a group of people and when we got back to the house there were guards there and they let us right in. I was riding on the shoulders of my twin brother and as soon as we got through the door he collapsed and passed out.
Then we were in the bathroom getting ready to leave. There were several young men there who were putting on sparkly pink lipstick and they were getting ready to go to the club.
I had a terrible dream. Alex had been acting strangely. I came in and he asked to do something and I said no. He started sobbing and shaking and rocking hysterically. Come to find out he was on drugs. He went to rehab and when he came back he wanted to go running through the alleys with friends but we wouldn’t let him for fear he would find drugs. We were worried there were drugs hidden at the house too. Then we found these tiny dolls that you could hold in your hand. He freaked out and bit their heads off. I somehow knew they were alive and had something to do with the drugs. He wanted to swallow their heads and I said no that I would flush them down the toilet. When I went into the bathroom though, someone had an accident and there was poop and vomit everywhere. When I flushed the toilet it just kept coming back up. It was terrible and I was afraid I would never be able to get rid of the dolls. We were in another house somewhere and Alex really wanted to fly home. We were considering it but then realized that his mom wasn’t going to be in town and neither of us would be. We felt like he wanted to just move out and live on his own. It was sad and scary and we weren’t sure what to do.