The magic icecream store
In this dream Em and I are minding three kids who are clearly not our own. One is a teenager and the other two mid primary age. None of them seem to be related either.
We are having some trouble controlling the kids as they run around trying to escape from view. Finally we pull them together and tell them we are going to the ice cream store.
Yay! Ice cream! They erupt in cheers.
The ice cream store had an amazing number of flavours which traverse the stairs going up from the bottom floor. There are so many flavours it's kind boggling, each one has a miniature model of what the flavour is (a mango, a coconut etc) sitting on top and the display looks really adorable.
The kids choose their flavours and change their minds again and again. Em and I cannot keep up with their preferences and when we get to the head of the queue, she accidentally orders a Colgate flavour.
There's actually a Toothpaste flavoured ice cream? I wonder to myself. The other flavours we pick up are apple (served in a realistic apple cone) and matcha sludges. But the toothpaste? I wake up before it arrives.
Jocelyn Glove and the baguette
In this dream I am at a staff meeting with the other intensivists in my department. It looks so ordinary that it feels real. We are discussing mundane things like rosters and meetings.
Suddenly, the peace is disturbed. One of the intensivists comes into the room and tells us that we are about to be arrested, all of us. We gasp collectively and ask what we did wrong, but she cannot tell us.
We all react differently, just as we would in real life. Some are crying silently, others pavpac anxiously across the room.
The intensivist who announced the trouble turns to me and says that there are two things that may help me escape. The first thing is already lost, but the second one is a patient compliment from a patient I had cared for.
Do you remember her? She asks me.
I rack my brains but don't remember her name.
It was a big case, she was very badly burnt. She tells me, but it does not trigger any memory.
Her name is Jocelyn Glove. She says.
Jocelyn Glove, Jocelyn Glove. I repeat to myself but it doesn't ring any bells.
Then the director comes in and says that we must work as a team to overcome this hurdle. This is the typical kind of thing a director says and we all look at each other cluelessly.
He brings a tray of small segments of bread, all torn up.
You must put this back together. He says.
It used to be a baguette.
I stare at the bits of bread, wondering how we can reconstruct the baguette. Then I wake up.
The lost German grandma
In this dream I am standing inside a train station that looks like Town Hall. I look at the display and the next train to newy is in 40min time. I look around for something I can buy to eat.
At that moment I see an older lady maybe in her 70s, looking very lost.
When I approach her to ask if she needs help she is delighted that I spoke to her.
She shows me a picture of a walking stick, very elaborate and high tech looking.
I don't really understand her but she keeps saying ich brauche diese... (I need this)
I decide that she needs to go to Kathmandu to buy it since it looks like an outdoor walking pole. I offer to go with her, saying ich kann mit dir gehen, ich habe viel Zeit (I can go with you, I have lots of time). But she insists I draw her the directions on the back of the tourist brochure she is holding.
After I've drawn the instructions she says thanks and starts walking back towards the station entrance. I walk with her a few steps and hear her gasp loudly at her suitcase which has been opened nearby, its contents spilling out messily everywhere.
She wails and lurches towards it, but she misses the last step in the flight of stairs and falls down flat on her face.
She remains very very still after that and I am concerned. She does not seem to be breathing.
With some effort I turn her body over and there is a single puncture mark between her eyes.
How did she get shot? I wonder, and wake up.
Down jackets and eagles
In this dream I am in a reality TV show and feel very mindful that I am being filmed. I walk past a room where my maternal aunt and grandmother are sitting in relative darkness.
Wanting to get away from them, I duck into the nearest room. It is a challenge station and the challenge is to show people how to wash their down jackets without losing the puffiness.
I don't know anything about washing down jackets so I really struggle. Then I get a text from Em and I think, great I can ask her since Canadians must know about it!
The message is a picture of a cathedral dome. When I look at it closely, it is not possible for anyone to take a photo like this. It is so close to the dome that the picture must have been taken in flight.
Then I realise that she must have turned into one of the long distance eagles that racked up a huge phone bill due to unexpected adventures to Kazakhstan. I laugh in the dream, and wake up in real life.
In this dream Em and I are minding three kids who are clearly not our own. One is a teenager and the other two mid primary age. None of them seem to be related either.
We are having some trouble controlling the kids as they run around trying to escape from view. Finally we pull them together and tell them we are going to the ice cream store.
Yay! Ice cream! They erupt in cheers.
The ice cream store had an amazing number of flavours which traverse the stairs going up from the bottom floor. There are so many flavours it's kind boggling, each one has a miniature model of what the flavour is (a mango, a coconut etc) sitting on top and the display looks really adorable.
The kids choose their flavours and change their minds again and again. Em and I cannot keep up with their preferences and when we get to the head of the queue, she accidentally orders a Colgate flavour.
There's actually a Toothpaste flavoured ice cream? I wonder to myself. The other flavours we pick up are apple (served in a realistic apple cone) and matcha sludges. But the toothpaste? I wake up before it arrives.
Jocelyn Glove and the baguette
In this dream I am at a staff meeting with the other intensivists in my department. It looks so ordinary that it feels real. We are discussing mundane things like rosters and meetings.
Suddenly, the peace is disturbed. One of the intensivists comes into the room and tells us that we are about to be arrested, all of us. We gasp collectively and ask what we did wrong, but she cannot tell us.
We all react differently, just as we would in real life. Some are crying silently, others pavpac anxiously across the room.
The intensivist who announced the trouble turns to me and says that there are two things that may help me escape. The first thing is already lost, but the second one is a patient compliment from a patient I had cared for.
Do you remember her? She asks me.
I rack my brains but don't remember her name.
It was a big case, she was very badly burnt. She tells me, but it does not trigger any memory.
Her name is Jocelyn Glove. She says.
Jocelyn Glove, Jocelyn Glove. I repeat to myself but it doesn't ring any bells.
Then the director comes in and says that we must work as a team to overcome this hurdle. This is the typical kind of thing a director says and we all look at each other cluelessly.
He brings a tray of small segments of bread, all torn up.
You must put this back together. He says.
It used to be a baguette.
I stare at the bits of bread, wondering how we can reconstruct the baguette. Then I wake up.
The lost German grandma
In this dream I am standing inside a train station that looks like Town Hall. I look at the display and the next train to newy is in 40min time. I look around for something I can buy to eat.
At that moment I see an older lady maybe in her 70s, looking very lost.
When I approach her to ask if she needs help she is delighted that I spoke to her.
She shows me a picture of a walking stick, very elaborate and high tech looking.
I don't really understand her but she keeps saying ich brauche diese... (I need this)
I decide that she needs to go to Kathmandu to buy it since it looks like an outdoor walking pole. I offer to go with her, saying ich kann mit dir gehen, ich habe viel Zeit (I can go with you, I have lots of time). But she insists I draw her the directions on the back of the tourist brochure she is holding.
After I've drawn the instructions she says thanks and starts walking back towards the station entrance. I walk with her a few steps and hear her gasp loudly at her suitcase which has been opened nearby, its contents spilling out messily everywhere.
She wails and lurches towards it, but she misses the last step in the flight of stairs and falls down flat on her face.
She remains very very still after that and I am concerned. She does not seem to be breathing.
With some effort I turn her body over and there is a single puncture mark between her eyes.
How did she get shot? I wonder, and wake up.
Down jackets and eagles
In this dream I am in a reality TV show and feel very mindful that I am being filmed. I walk past a room where my maternal aunt and grandmother are sitting in relative darkness.
Wanting to get away from them, I duck into the nearest room. It is a challenge station and the challenge is to show people how to wash their down jackets without losing the puffiness.
I don't know anything about washing down jackets so I really struggle. Then I get a text from Em and I think, great I can ask her since Canadians must know about it!
The message is a picture of a cathedral dome. When I look at it closely, it is not possible for anyone to take a photo like this. It is so close to the dome that the picture must have been taken in flight.
Then I realise that she must have turned into one of the long distance eagles that racked up a huge phone bill due to unexpected adventures to Kazakhstan. I laugh in the dream, and wake up in real life.
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