I dream that I travel to a South Eastern country where everything is teal and I take a lot of pictures. Then I dream that my aunt invites me to her birthday and I say no because I hate her. Then I dream that the Japanese band Arashi is singing at a futuristic hospital. Then I’m in an alternate dimension where I have to defeat Tina Fey.
Tag: hospitals
Small Anxieties Combined
I dream that it’s the last week of school and I’m doing an internship in a really big building, almost a skyscraper. I don’t really like the job, it’s a bit too corporate and heartless, but my cousin is there of course and she’s not letting me go home until I clean my room; my own bed is indeed on the ground floor.
That night I play a videogame set in the same building, I find a secret room full of pizzas but my HP bar is full and I don’t have much use for them. The morning after I’m determined to find the same room in the real building, but I find a long line of sick people waiting outside the main doors. I’m not wearing a mask so I cover my face with both hands and beg to be let inside because I’m an employee. The ground floor has turned into a hospital and I can’t find my room anymore.
Snippets! Or Maybe One Long, Disjointed Dream
I’m watching Smallville with my neighbor. He tells me he’s in 7th grade.
My dad goes to the hospital. Nobody can figure out whats wrong with him because they’re so overwhelmed and understaffed.
I find my brother installing Sims mods on my computer. “How the hell did you get my password?!” I demand. “I used Laura’s account” he says. Who the hell is Laura?
I sneak into a building to try and steal a key. An old lady notices me, I pretend I live there and just lost mine. She helps me search until I pretend to give up. I leave and she leaves too, we both walk in the same direction which is embarrassing, so I start running.
I’m playing Papers, Please but now it’s an elaborate Japanese RPG, there’s a king and queen and generals I can romance. I’m trying to operate a cannon and struggling with the controller when I wake up.
How Did A 20 Years Old Anime Snuck In There
I dream that my friend C. has found a new, better friend, and I shouldn’t be jealous but I can’t help it.
Then I dream that we all pile up in a car to go pick my dad at the hospital. My mom is driving, it’s too late when I remember she doesn’t have a license.
Finally I dream that I’m walking in a beautiful meadow taking pictures, then I realize I’m in my pajamas, and I’ve left my camera at home too! On my way back I buy a bag of chips, inside I find a plushie of Death Note’s L.
Riker Does Sound Like A Good Cook
I dream that my Gran is hospitalized in a clinic somewhere in a far away city, I move in a building close by so I won’t leave her alone, but I can never visit her and can only call her at night. My siblings arrive and we have a huge fight because they think I’m awful. I ask why, they say it’s because I don’t care about Gran. Of course I care, I say, I moved all the way here! No you didn’t, they say, you just dreamed about doing it. And indeed we are back home.
We sit down to have dinner and someone knocks at the door. It’s Johnathan Frakes, who’s our neighbor. He’s wearing an apron and oven mittens and carrying some sort of casserole he made for us. I go look in our childhood album for photos of him and Marina Sirtis and give them to him as thanks.
Warning: Another Dead Kid. So Sorry. My Subconscious Sucks.
I dream that I’m a nurse in a Middle Eastern hospital. There’s a doctor, a western woman with glasses, who just lost her daughter, and she’s so overcome with grief she’s carrying the corpse everywhere with her. I’m trying my best to work without looking at the dead girl. Another doctor is protesting about the woman’s erratic schedule. I call her to one side and say, “forgive her, she just lost her child.” “What do you mean,” the doctor says, the girl is right there with her!” “Exactly,” I say, and her face colors with understanding, followed by horror.
Now I’m having lunch with my mom and we’re talking about the woman and her dead child like it was a TV episode. I need to go back to school soon, but it’s the second to last day and I’m not sure what classes I have left, if it’s philosophy I’m gonna skip. With my shoes already on, I lay on my bed to check my Thursday schedule, which I never seem to remember. My bedroom is a big, airy attic with plenty of green plants. My aunt M. appears out of nowhere, she sits on the floor with a bin full of water and soap and starts washing some clothes. She keeps glancing at me, I try to ignore her. Finally she walks to me and tries to glance at my school diary. It’s full of pictures of Chyler Leigh and I’m really embarrassed.
Also My Building Was A Hospital Again But Who’s Counting
I dream that my sister has come back home. I’m minding my own business, looking through a bunch of socks I ordered, and her bed is made and here she comes. Like always I grab her sheets and toss her outside the door.
I Was Just Thinking I Haven’t Done A Puzzle Since Like Fourth Grade
I dream that I’m rushing back home because I forgot my mask. I walk past a toy store and inside I see the old man we used to buy toys from when I was a child. He grins at me. His wife was just saying they need to hire someone to help out in the store, I take a mental note of that.
I arrive at my building, take the stairs but my apartment’s floor is now a hospital ward, rows and rows of white bed with red-eyed children. They stare at me. A nurse runs towards me and says I can’t stay here, this is the Coronavirus ward.
I eventually find my apartment. It looks nothing like my actual apartment, and this knowledge almost triggers a lucid dream, but not quite. I go to my bedroom and find my sister there, making her own bed next to mine. I’m so upset I’ll have once again to share a room with her that I grab all her bed sheets and dump them outside the door. Then, feeling guilty, I tell my sister the I sent a letter to Noelle Stevenson to showcase her art. Noelle sent back a puzzle as a thank you gift.
Sorry Mom
I dream that Berlusconi, the Italian politician, has to stay at our place for a few days. He’s a small man with a jovial smile, trying his best to win us all. I’m extremely suspicious of him. He gives us a giant TV, it’s ultra HD but you can only watch two channels on it, the ones he deems “acceptable”. The house is small so he has to share a bed with my mom. I ask her how that’s going, she says he sleeps in the middle of the bed like he owns the place.
Then I dream that I’m home sick but I still get calls from customers forwarded. I talk for an hour to a woman trying to explain how to create a safe account for her daughter. Then I go to the hospital with my friends. We’re in a different city and can’t find the building, end up in a mall instead. I have to do a neurological test. I’m Ellen Page for some reason.
A Maze So Recurring By Now I Know Exactly How To Get Out
I dream that the store I work at is now a hospital. Today new recruits, junior doctors and nurses, are arriving, I meet one of them and offer to show her around. She’s a young woman with her son, I show the boy the giant slides on the roof of the hospital, doesn’t he want to play? He says he’d rather stick with his mom.
The hospital is once again a giant maze. After running in circles for a bit I decide to use a secret ladder. It’s a trick I always use in my dreams, I explain to the woman and the boy, maybe it’ll work now even though this totally isn’t a dream, absolutely not, we’re all wide awake.
Finally we reach a classroom, we’re super late so I end up sitting in a student’s desk instead of the teacher’s desk with the other senior employees. My cousin wants to know why I haven’t sent my notes to the other students yet. I rush home and start googling them because of course I misplaced mine. They all seem to be about philosophy and religion. My coworker S. calls me frantically because I’m still not back to the store and he needs help. Meanwhile all the other students are trying to solve a murder.
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