I remember random scenes that took place at a Speedway…
One involved Elmo, or someone with Elmo’s voice, in the restroom having to be “talked down” by a police officer in the main part of the convenience store.
I was confused and stifled my laugh a few times. I even asked the cop, “Is this a skit? Is this really happening?” and he looked at me like I should be able to tell the difference, but I couldn’t.
I had other dreams and this one seemed to be one my mind tried to forget.
I remember being in a doomsday scenario movie where I was one of the last survivors of a flu-like pandemic that killed pretty much everyone it infected. Julianne Moore played the main doctor and I was a character who volunteered at the clinic/compound.
The main doctor found that the disease mutated and I was afraid of getting it, but also thought my chances of survival weren’t too bad, either. I mean, I survived that long. We discussed that if we got the illness that we could choose to shoot the person with it with something that could make you sleep or something that would make you high and not care about the fact you were dying.
Later, I remember thinking I survived as long as I have only because I didn’t touch my face. There were times when I had stuff on my face, but I washed my hands before taking care of it. At one time, the others (who all later became sick) wanted me to use hand sanitizer, but I had memories in waking life where I always got sick after using hand sanitizer, so I refused.
I remember working in a school and my office was basically my bedroom from the house I grew up in. I remember being in the clothes I went to bed in and was running late and was going to change into more professional clothing.
Before I could, I heard a knock at the door. A maintenance guy was installing a doorknob, but on the wrong side of the door. I told him he was the third guy to come around working on the door knobs and showed how the door opened and that there was a doorknob in the correct place as well. However, the incorrect one had a keyhole.
He said it was weird and left to check on why he was sent out. I closed the door and realized my door now had a huge window in it. I was frustrated because I really needed to get dressed and, although the hallway was rarely used, I wanted privacy.
I looked around for a solution and found two shower curtains, but they seemed like they were for households with young children. I chose the one that was pastel pink and peach with a strawberry picture near the center.
I am short, so I had to find someone to hang it up with tape. A guy looked in, then was called into the office next door by my office neighbor who is also my office neighbor in waking life.
I thought about asking the student or my office neighbor, but they were having a meeting.
Later, some high school people at their current age and appearance were visiting. My friend’s husband was tall, so I thought about asking him to hang the curtain. My friend taped a paper on the wood part of the door with a start of a list of children everyone in our class has had. She only had her kid at the moment and I said I’d look up the others and fill it out.
In my bedroom/office, I complained to a friend about the window issue and looked back and now, there was a window in a panel that was only in half of the door. I thought I could be more creative when it came to covering that area up. Then, I saw there was a maintenance guy installing wood instead of the window. I said, “Thank you, Door Guy, you just made my morning!”
Later, the group of high school friends were going to a funeral and were trying to find a florist. I remembered that there was a florist in town, but couldn’t remember where. Someone else looked it up on Google and said there were none nearby.
Later, the paper kept changing and the final one was a set of old pictures of people from our class Photoshopped to look like Polaroid pictures. They were listed as dead, but were put around images of me, who didn’t have a death date and I obviously was alive. I thought it was awful design because it made it look like I was dead.
I later got in an argument with my mom who said I had something scheduled for “the 26th” and I thought it was April and a Friday. I kept saying, “What do I have on the 26th???” I was angry because I’ve been missing so much work randomly for other things.
I vaguely remember being in some place that’s open most days, but it was slightly more crowded for some holiday.
Inside, there weren’t many lights, but I remember some inflatable pool with a ramp and it was filled with water and foam. It was colored red, white, and blue.
I kept running into old classmates.
I remember running up the ramp of the pool, but I stopped before jumping in because someone was floating where I planned to jump. I slid down backward on the ramp and was impressed I kept my balance.
I remember a small scene being in a room at some workplace, but it seemed like Davidson Hall at CSCC. I was in some job similar to what I currently do where I help faculty members.
I was eating a lunch with others and a faculty member was angry with me for only helping him with one course instead of all the courses he requested help with. I thought it was just something I forgot about or something and could start to rectify. I told him something like, “It’s the end of the day now, but I can take a look at that at 8 a.m. tomorrow.”
Our frustrations dissolved once we were evacuated because there was a bomb in the building.