I remember having some art show and presentation at some place. The art (shirts?) was picked by someone else and I didn’t think it was good because I considered it unfinished or rough, but others loved it. My presentation was about visually representing mental illnesses in film, graphics, and fashion design. I was nervous because I had NO TIME to create a presentation.
I remember seeing Warren* before the art show in the lobby of the building.
* Name was changed.
This song was in a few dreams and I woke up with it in my head. Not sure how it was related to the content of the dreams, if at all.
Recent dreams had:
* Name was changed.
I remember going to the first day of a class. The tables were rounded wooden rectangles with a medium brown faux wood pattern. I sat next to my cousin and I remember there was a cute guy at another table. We smiled at each other and I planned to welcome him over to my table or go over to his. My cousin and I sat in the center so we could see the projection screen.
There was a part where the teacher just didn’t teach. There was an ice cream truck at one area of the room and my cousin got me a Blizzard-like cup of ice cream with pieces of chocolate and banana. She got an actual chocolate banana and made sex jokes about the way it looked. It was funny.
Note: The chocolate banana was probably from my boss getting embarrassed over the appearance of the chocolate bananas sold at an ice cream truck near my office.
Random parts I can still remember:
There was a part where I was part of some graduating class of Marines (I think). We had neat white Marine uniforms and everyone had a hat, but me. I went to go get one and the hats were weird and had to be folded over and before I folded mine, everyone was yelled at for even having hats. They took them off and put them on a table near where we were sitting. I put mine down unfolded so others could tell I wasn’t part of the group originally with hats.
There was a part where I was working in a technology position in what looked like a large high school gym or event space with only windows near the ceiling. There were large TV screens on the wall and our workspaces were open cubicles in circles – 5 to a circle, I think. The computer screens were flatscreens and the computers were PCs. We had a cartoon of some sort (maybe a collective game?) on the TV screen to run in the background as we worked. I thought it was funny how as adults, we worked well with cartoons playing at work.
There was a part where I had a boss and he dressed as Hitler for some reason. I returned some kind of form, turned back to my coworkers and said, “What am I to do when my boss is literally Hitler?”
I remember being in a school designed similar to the middle school I went to with a courtyard in the center (I think this is related to the hospital my friend just had her baby in). We had a schedule to keep to like school, but I think it was a conference.
I remember someone complaining that there was an IT all staff meeting that had free food, but we were no longer IT, so we had to find food elsewhere. I saw a perfect untouched lemon poppy seed muffin in the trash. I took it out and ate it. It was OK, but it was small and didn’t even rise above the paper.
I also went to the all staff meeting for more free food. No one said anything to me about it.
There, a friend from a past job said her husband was DJ-ing someplace in the city. I thought this was weird since the guy is usually shy in waking life. I later asked her if he had a website, but, as usual in the dream, that question was ignored because they thought I’d offer to create one for them…for a price.
I remember having lots of dreams, but the ones I remember:
There was a scene where I walked to a class the most efficient way possible – through the back allies through tan brick buildings. I remember dropping a paper napkin.
I remember the class was a Spanish class I was taking for an easy credit since I’ve had Spanish before. The teacher said it was only one day and he taught it like a math class, even writing equations on the board. I thought he just had a new way of teaching Spanish or something. However, he stopped without tying the equations in with the language.
At the end, some people went to the board and started writing things. One was some teacher who didn’t like me nor trust me. The other was similar to a faculty member I work with who does like me and he even joked about me. The guy who didn’t like me was confused by this.
There was a part where there were photos of a young blond girl and I said, “Doesn’t she look like…” and I looked up a fake Facebook profile that used a photo of someone I thought was probably caught in sex trafficking or something and I pointed out how she looked like the grown version – she had the same hair color and “German nose.”
There was a scene where I was watching a movie and a woman came into the room and I found out she had PTSD attacks whenever she saw someone in a military uniform. I told her I’d fast forward through that part of the movie, but remembered later the character’s C.O. appears in uniform.
I offered to find a movie to watch with her that didn’t have any triggers. We decided to watch Big Hero 6 on Netflix. Somehow there was a lag and it played a comedy from the 1970s.