I dreamed I was at work but I was in a very small room. I still worked in customer care but repair was in our room too. We were trying to make copies of a process and repair refused to give us a copy of their spreadsheet. They went through a fancy animated presentation but I still needed the spreadsheet. A friend of mine tried to make a copy of it but the copier wasn’t working so someone had it moved to where my desk was. We all had to cram into a little tiny office space area. I was so close to one lady our legs were touching. I told Elizabeth we were too crowded and she said it was fine. The lady next to me asked about how I had gotten something done and I said J had done it while repair was talking about something I wasn’t interested in. Then it switched and we worked for the church. I was trying to document training for a call center to support the church and tell them when to call the office vs. when they could handle things. I started documenting funeral procedures and I took some soap or something and wrote instructions on the floor (which was brick) just inside the chapel. As I was leaving it was dark and rainy and I almost got hit by a car.
I dreamed I had been living in some sort of orphanage in Manila. I was moving out and was trying to pack up the room. At first I thought it had closed but then people started appearing again. Jennifer or Sarah was the name of the lady who ran it and two of her big bosses were there as well. I filled two big bags with thing that I didn’t want but I thought someone might. Things included a small wooden box that had cigars in them. (I took the cigars out and put them in my winnie the pooh jewelry box.) There were some stuffed animals and some clip on toys like austin used to have. There were some hair barrettes. I took one bag (a sturdy one so used to take to the beach) and filled it with things I wanted to keep (the pooh jewelry boxes, my bert doll, and a few other things.). I ran out of time to finish and so I set the giveaway bags in the middle of the hall and went to tell Sarah. She was on her room/office and had a big pile of brown goo all over her hands and a piece of paper. She tried to hide it. She said it was fine but I could tell she was annoyed. A little boy with big eyes came up asking for a toy and I said he needed to ask one of the adults. Other kids started getting into the toys and got yelled at and so I said to just go stand by them and ask nicely for one when the adult came. He was very cute.
My friend Karen was there with another guy I didn’t recognize. She said we had to go or I would miss my flight. We went to the elevator and she used my phone to call a taxi. He was texting back and negotiating to try to get someone famous in the car with us. He finally quoted a price of $65. We pushed the buttons to get in the elevator but they opened and closed so fast we missed a few. Finally we ran and got on one. The taxi driver texted and said he was stuck in traffic so the rate would be $165. I started freaking out and gave the phone to Karen. We got in a horse drawn carriage and then I was panicked because I thought we were driving away from where the taxi driver was picking us up. There was a “balance due” button and when I hit it it said $65 so I didn’t understand the pricing.
I told Karen and her friend that I liked the dance team on AGT from Manila and they just pursed their lips and didn’t say much so I got the impression they didn’t like them.
I dreamed that someone (a couple) was coming to stay in my granny’s house. When they pulled up they saw a broken rosary hanging in one of the windows and said they wouldn’t stay in that room. I couldn’t tell from the outside which room that was in but we promised they could stay in a different room.
Evidently, I knew that the house (or at least part of the rooms) were haunted but I didn’t tell them. We started to set them up in Granny’s room and then realized that the bed was a single bed and it was weird- not a normal mattress but a leather-like hospital bed. Also there was a bench in the room covered in mouse poop. So we switched them to a different room but that was the one with the broken rosary.
Before I could reach a resolution on that dream, it switched and mom and dad were visiting. Suddenly they were the ones looking for a room and we told Dylan that the only logical choice was for them to stay with him in his apartment. (which he doesn’t have IRL) He didn’t want anyone staying with him.
Also woven in, there was an escape room. Apparently I had a group of friends and every week we would go to an escape room. We had almost mastered one but sometimes still made a mistake. While mom was in town we were going to go to a different one.
On the way I stopped at a library to get a library card. It was a difficult process but we got it done. It required filling out several forms and finding certain books and scanning pages.
We then left for dinner.
In this dream, I was at work and was trying to decide on who to choose for a long term project. As I dug around, I realized that we had done a “pilot” with one company that was much more expensive. We were paying for 15 hours a year at $750 per hour or something crazy and they were supposed to advise us on a project. Apparently the outcome of this project was us storing a bunch of paperwork in a storage facility overseas. I told Elizabeth that was ridiculous and that we needed to scan the papers and then get rid of them or donate them. A woman was there to meet with me about this and it was someone I was supposed to already know but I didn’t. Suddenly I was in a church and Ben was the rector. It was huge. They said this person was in the library giving “air massages” so I went to the library and she was sitting in a little kids chair. As j walked through the big church I realized how much more Ben has to focus on that I realize to keep everything running. At the end of the dream I was trying to decide on a type of sandwich- pimento cheese or spam.
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 was at school, and it was the last few days before school was out for the summer. I didn’t know which class was next, but unlike my normal dreams (when I have no idea where to go or how to find out) this time I had a schedule. I thought to myself that I never used to forget where I was going next while I was in school. I went to a history class (I think it was history.) The teacher asked me to arrange for an overhead projector for the next class. I also needed to do that for my science class. Someone brought me the book that I needed to fill out to check out the equipment, and I started to fill out the form to reserve it. Then in my science class, I left to go drop them off at the front desk. After school, I was walking out and the history teacher was at the front desk. He yelled out to pick up the projector on the way to class. I was thinking it would be too heavy for me, but then I realized he was asking the guy behind me to do it. The guy was in my class, but I didn’t know him.
We were supposed to watch the new Peanuts movie in class on the last day. It had not yet been released, but it was going straight to the DVD. I was telling Mom about it – in the plot, Lucy killed all the others and it was a comedy – not a normal Peanuts movie. I wondered if it would be appropriate, and if we were on a waiting list to get it, or if we should try to download it via iTunes. Then we were stuck in traffic, and I thought we were going to be watching in our cars and blocking traffic. (In another part of the dream, we saw protesters blocking traffic too.) Alex had to get home because over the summer, he was going to be working three jobs – two were at different hotels and a third job was not related but I don’t remember.
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This one seemed to begin in the middle…
I hadn’t followed up, so Michael started, but then asked me to finish. (Based on the original note below – I feel like I was trying to follow up on a capital campaign for a school, and was going to ask someone in my sister-in-law’s family to donate $3,000- $8,000.)
I was trying to fill out a very long form over the phone, and I kept going out of order. It seemed like I was filling out a pledge card, or a pledge for a donation, but it was visually very different than other pledge cards. There were pictures of 10 hands of cards, and the person answering had to rank them 1-10. I thought to myself that this must be to analyze the person’s risk for gambling and losing their money. A woman came around talking loudly and I couldn’t hear.