Dream – Oncologist

I had a very weird dream last night, but I think I really liked it…!

I dreamed that I was an oncologist at a hospital. I treated a few male middle-aged patients, and I had cured their cancer. (Wtf). I got my next patient, Mr. Whoteo (I remember seeing it written out in various places (receipts, boards, etc.)). He was very nice and funny, but I couldn’t find a room in the entire hospital to perform the checkup and potential surgery on him! We’d put him in a wheelchair, so I was wheeling him around the entire hospital, desperate to find an examining room! I tried all the floors, including the pediatrics floor, much to the anger of several pediatric doctors. We even went passed a few college lecture-type rooms, with glass windows that allowed us (myself and several other searching-for-rooms doctors) to see a lit-up sign on the ceiling that said ‘Occupied.’

Wow, I never finished this post. Oops. I remember the rest of the dream, vaguely, but I’m too lazy to type it out.

Dream – My Chemical Romance, party

So I had this awesome dream last night!

It involved several parts, most of which I don’t recall. However, I remember three parts. One where I was a bassist in the group My Chemical Romance. (I love that band). The weird thing is that I don’t know how to play bass guitar. Very odd. In my dream, we were apparently performing on stage (but sometimes it seemed and felt like we were just rehearsing). I had no idea at first how to play and I was a little worried…and I even started out holding the bass the wrong way! After a second or two and telling the crowd that I was messing around, I held it properly (which, actually, in my dream, it was the proper way, but if I were to hold it like that in real life, it’d be wrong). Every note I hit worked perfectly with the songs we played (none of which I remember, sadly. They seemed familiar though. Maybe we played ‘Helena’?). Somehow, my chords and notes were always in harmony and sounded perfect with the group. I think I might have even sung a bit with them too. It was an incredible experience!!

Another part of my dream involved me having a Halloween party in the woods near my house. It was really cool…we had entertainment (maybe MCR, lol), refreshments, strung-up lights in the trees, costumes, etc.. It was so much fun, and very magical feeling. Truly a great night with good friends!

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Potential contributing factors…

1. MCR – I listen to them a lot now, and talk about them with my friends a fair amount. I’ve become pretty obsessed with some of their videos, too.

2. Performing – I’ve always wanted to be in a performing band (I’ve been very close a few times, but things never work out with the bands I join ).

3. Party – I’ve hung out with my friends a little recently, and wanted to do more before I left for the summer.

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Interpretation…

I should stop worrying about messing things up, or not trying things because I think I won’t like them or would mess them up. Like Nike’s motto: Just do it! I’ll probably have fun and like it a lot, and maybe do well at it, if I try it and practice.

And I should hang out with my friends more…I always have fun with them, so why do I avoid them so often?

Dream – decapitated, still alive

Last night I had such a strange dream!

I dreamt that I was decapitated for some reason, and that my head was still alive and working. The rest of my body was alive and working as well. I was in a high school classroom-type setting for most of the dream, and people kept wondering about my head and body, etc.. I was able to talk, breathe, eat, drink, etc., as well as my body was able to walk and do all normal everyday activities. For some reason, I could also see out of my body, so I could see where my head was. Basically I had two pairs of eyes, ears, mouths, etc., but no one knew that my body had those features as well. During the dream, I would walk around and do regular public activities with my head propped on my body, and sometimes I would take it off and set it down somewhere. At some point, I contemplated having my head sewn onto my body, but I thought it would be better to keep them separate. At night, I took my head off and set it down to sleep while my body lie near it, also asleep. During one of my outings, I got an odd stare from someone, and basically said something to the effect of, “Can you do this, bitch? I’ve got two sets of eyes and ears and everything!” and then my parents (who were also out with me and my sister, for some reason) told me to quiet down, because that was rude of me. (Fuck no it wasn’t! Dream bitch deserved it.)

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Potential contributing factors…

1. Difference in appearance – recently I’ve had that lovely female time of month, and got a pimple next to my nose. I keep trying to get rid of it, and worry that people are staring (I’m sure they’re not, but I’m stupid and paranoid a lot).

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Interpretation…

Even though I have a physical change in my face/head area, I’m still the same person and will still do the same things, same plans, etc.. Though people may notice, hopefully they won’t care too much and will still like me for who I am. I need to realize that not everyone is looking, not everyone cares, and some people might even look past it. If I ever have a major physical deformity, I will not change my life because of it. I’ll still carry on as usual.

Dream – nuclear bomb

The night before last…

I was walking in a neighborhood of fraternity houses at night, for some reason, with my dad. I asked him if we could turn around and go back to the car, because I was getting nervous. (Nervous of what? Frat boys? The weather?) We look over across the street and beyond, and there is a huge white structure…it appears to be some kind of grain storage or water-storing building. However, my dad tells me it’s a nuclear bomb and even the tiniest movement or disturbance could set it off at any time. I felt very afraid.

I woke up and my eyes were met with blinding white light; my room was entirely lit by this mysterious light. The nuclear bomb from my dream was real, had struck, and I had opened my eyes in time to see the end of my life.

No more than a half-second later I realized my room was filled with the white flash of lightning just outside my window. I heard the thunder rumble and the rain pour, thought, “Oh, it’s raining. That’s peaceful,” and instantly fell down onto my pillow in deep sleep.

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Potential contributing factors…

1. Dad – I haven’t seen my parents in a while, and have recently been missing and calling them. My dad might be in the dream instead of my mom, because he told me recently on the phone he is going to send me something in the mail, but he won’t say what it is, so he’s got my curiosity and attention, perhaps, more than my mom at the moment…

2. Fraternity houses – I walk along a row of fraternity houses every time I come back from work, so I always see the houses (at night), and see the signs with their Greek letters, and wonder which is a fraternity and which is a sorority…

3. Nuclear bomb – just something that is a threat nowadays, and it always worries me!

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Interpretation…

Obviously there were a lot of real-life factors that could have easily contributed to this strange dream.

The abstract idea: I fear even small changes, and always assume the worst is, or could, happen. I love my family and always want to be there for them. I want them to be there for me too, and maybe sometimes I even expect them to protect me against things that I can only protect myself from, or things that no one can protect me/us from.

Lesson: Don’t always assume the worst! Keep my head up, do my best, and things will turn out better than I expect. Don’t rely on other people to make happen what I know I can do myself or SHOULD do myself. There are factors and threats in life that can happen that no one can control… if they happen, they happen. That’s just life.

Dream – mice, ship

A few nights ago…

I was on a ship. I don’t remember how I knew, but I knew. There were various stations the crew (which included myself) had to work. It seems that maybe it was a lot of food prep.

At first I got a good station. I also have the feeling that we were not allowed to switch stations. Some stations, I remember, were bad. Most people died at the bad stations. When I was done at my first station, I was supposed to move on. But for whatever reason, I wanted to go back…I think maybe one of my friends was still at a station and I wanted to go back, get reassigned, and be with her. Or him. I don’t remember. So, breaking the rules, I went back to get reassigned. I got assigned to one of the deadly stations. I panicked and ran away to a different station…

For some reason, the new station was an area with a group of well-contained, well-behaved mice. We had to inspect them. We had to pick them up and lift their tails and inspect them. Strange, definitely. So, I picked one up, and it pooped. Multiple times. Every time I lifted its tail, in fact. The feces were long, uncharacteristic for a mouse. After that, I determined the mouse was OK, and held it for a while. It played and fell asleep in my arms. I loved the little thing! I was sad when I had to set it back down with its peers and know I wouldn’t see it again.

I remember setting it back down with its mates and moving some boxes or furniture or something out of the way so it wouldn’t fall and hurt the little mouse I had befriended…

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Potential contributing factors…

1. Rodents
a. I actually do adore rodents: mice, rats, etc.
b. I used to have two pet rats, Chibi and Topaz. I miss them dearly and often dream of them.

2. Ship
a. I recently was on a cruise. Water, ship, crew.
b. I remember seeing a special, very sanitary-looking hall through a window on a door that I often passed. The door said ‘crew only.’ I remember wondering what it would be like to be a member of the crew. The hall beyond the door fascinated me.
c. The ship had excellent food, and a lot of it. I wondered sometimes what the kitchens must be like, and how many people were working them at any time.

3. Friends
a. I had been out seeing a movie with a friend earlier that night…I am always thinking about how much I don’t want to lose contact with this friend. For some reason, I am always worrying there will be a day we’ll part…I don’t want that to ever happen. The weird part is…I hardly know this person.
b. I had been looking up information about this person after I got home…I got a little jealous of some of the person’s other friends…

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Interpretation…

Obviously there were a lot of real-life factors that could have easily contributed to this strange dream.

The abstract idea? I’m letting the small things bother me (mice, small, petty problems, jealousy, fear) and get me worried, unnecessarily, about my friend and our relationship. I want to be there for that friend, and I wish that person thinks the same way, but I’m always afraid my friend doesn’t.

Lesson: don’t let the small things bother me. Friendships come and go. If it’s meant to be, it will be. If not, life goes on (though sometimes very sadly).