I don’t remember what I was worried or upset about, but I gave a ride to some guy in a long-sleeve mustard-colored sweater. It was night in a city. He said things to make me feel better about the situation I was in. He asked to be dropped outside of some health center or something. It was surrounded by a fence, so I offered to drive him closer to the door, but he refused.
Later, I remember using an outside gas station restroom. The door was missing for some reason and I could see the area I dropped the guy off. I kept looking at the treeline that was silhouetted by the light from the city. I saw the mustard sweater guy watching me with binoculars. I got creeped out and left as quick as possible, but when I flushed the toilet on the way out, the back tank somehow overflowed.
Charlie* (Observer-Charlie, I guess, but there was no odd feeling) was recording information into a computer. I was in a lab room sitting sideways on a hospital/medical office bed. I think I had wired devices to my head and I was part of some psychology study.
I didn’t remember any of the actual study, but I think it was about dreaming or memory or something. Charlie was in a resigned mood and said he was feeling that way because I wouldn’t believe his story about being part of the study.
He was right. I kept thinking, how could I be taken away for a whole day and no one (not even I) would notice? Is my life that boring?
Then I was partly worried because I don’t like forgetting things. However, part of me knew I would totally sign up for a study like this.
Charlie didn’t do much except look at and enter data and he touched the left side of my face once.
* Name has been changed.
I remember a nice older blond lady with short hair looking at my apartment, planning to sell it or find a roommate for me (despite only having one bedroom).
That eventually turned into a dream still in my apartment where I was doing customer service and was searching for a location of a business close to a customer’s home. The customer was in my apartment wearing a red sweater and she was originally from Washington, D.C. I told her I’d look for a location – maybe in Virginia. I had such a hard time trying to write and read back her address. There were a lot of numbers and I think the street was a letter. Not only did I have an issue reading it back and verbalizing the numbers, some were crossed out and it made it even harder.
After a while, the girl gave up and pushed me in an office chair(?) to the outside wall. Part of it (where my bookcases are) was covered in wood paneling and had a door. I was worried she was mad at me for not being able to write down/speak back her address and she planned to push me out some door that goes outside, several stories up. Instead, she smiled and hugged me in a way that was like, “everything is going to be OK.” That creeped me out even more!