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Level of Lucidity: 1
Level of Clarity: 7
Level of Realism: 2
(levels based 0-10, 0-5 being low - good 5-10 being great - extreme)

I was standing in what looked like a barber shop. I looked around and there was another guy in the shop too. He was wearing a white lab coat. I looked to my right and there was a girl laying on a small hospital style bed, and she seemed as if she had just been released from a hospital. Her parents were standing next to her and they were just about to leave. I realized that this place was like an "Under-Ground hospital". Kind of a "Discount Hospital" for people who can't afford to go to the real hospital, and apparently I was an employee there. Suddenly a man rushed through the door and was hollering about how I need to help his daughter right now! I of course only know basic medical stuff from medical reading guides online regarding stitching, CPR, numbing parts of the body after serious injury or dismembered limbs, etc etc.

The man who owned the shop looked at me and said "Fix her up." I nodded and cleared off the table and told the guy to lay her down there. I went into the back and started gathering some things. I grabbed a small bag of basic "Doctor Tools" such as the light you shine into the eye, and such. I brought them out and set them on the ground next to the girl, and quickly walked back through the door. There was a curtain on the door and I walked through it, and got tangled up in the extra long curtain. I struggled with it for a minute and then finally got free. I knew that I knew this place, but I wasn't sure where anything was. I looked down behind the curtain and there was a table with all sorts of toolbelts that doctors would use and other medicines and stuff. I was looking for a stethoscope in specific so that I could start off getting her blood pressure.



I realized I didn't have a watch and started looking for one of those. I couldn't find one and realized I was starting to make me and the shop look like a very unprofessional place. I went back to where the others were and sat by them. I put the stethoscope ear plugs up to my ears, and had started removing the girls jacket and shirt. I put the end of the stethoscope to the girls chest. I started taking her heart beat per minute. I didn't have a watch but somehow I just knew. (Dream logic. Ftw.)

I tossed the stethoscope aside and looked at the girls arm, where there was obviously a major issue. There was a giant hole in the girls arm and it was extremely cut and there was blood coming out of it and it needed it be stitched ASAP. I quickly grabbed a needle that was pre-loaded with a numbing medicine. I injected it into the girls arm and then found the stitches and stitching material. I was about to stitch the girls arm up and then decided to take pictures of the girl arm first in case anything went wrong and we had to take her to the real ER. I grabbed the medical tool belt I picked up earlier and shuffled through it trying to find a camera. There was a futuristic sort of screen with a small camera lens on the front. I grabbed it and started taking pictures of the girls wounds. She was clearly in severe pain.

After I took pictures of the girls wounds I looked at the dad who seemed to be a well-off man. I questioned to myself "Why would he be coming here instead of just taking her to a real ER?"

I looked to the dad and told him "I've done just the basics and she should hold out for a bit, but that she needs to get to a trained staff where they have several surgeons and she needs to get the proper medical treatment."

The dad nodded and sighed reluctantly and then picked the girl up in his arms and started walking out the door. I noticed she had a mother with her too which hadn't been there before. I then awoke.

This is from the beginning of my journal in 2009, and it's colored like this in the word file, so I thought I'd copy that..

I was in a sort of sci-fi place (that looked kind of like a dark, greeny-colored apartment building with a swimming pool outside the sliding glass door) with a group of people. One of them was a girl. She took off her clothes, touched an area above her breasts and then an area on her abdomen and invited me to touch those places too. At the place on her chest there was a strange swollen area. I didn't know what it was. But on her abdomen bellow her stomach and just above her pubic area there was a place where, when I pushed, it popped in a little like there was something hard in there, like an egg. I tried to figure out what to do, and some confusion transpired amongst the group. In that time the girl sat down and when I went to check on her a minute or two later she was dead.

I went back in time a few minutes. A girl came in and took off her clothes, but she was sort of bronze and sexy, which the other girl wasn't. The other one was young and a little odd looking. I remembered she had been the second girl to come in. (Actually there had only been one girl, but as a dream memory, it changed what happened the first time around.) She soon came in and I quickly got her onto an operating table that looked like a dentist chair with big pointy arms over it. The controls looked like a video game controller. THEN MY BOYFRIEND TOUCHED MY FACE AND I WOKE UP AND DIDN'T GET TO SAVE THE GIRL.

Awake - Dream - Lucid

After spending nearly all day doing nothing but checking the forums, I finally got tired enough to pass out around 10PM.

I'm talking to someone who looks a bit like Bulma's dad from Dragon Ball Z. He is telling me I'm taking way too many pills. Something like I should only be taking a small dose when I was taking 500mg instead. He was showing me the number 500 on the bottle.

I woke up and tossed back and forth quite a few times but never managed to get back to sleep. It's only 2AM now and I'm hoping that REM works in a way that since I was asleep, my next try should be a lot better. I'm still not sure how the REM cycles work.

Interpretation
Obvious one here. I took Cymbalta as a replacement for Zoloft coupled with Ambilify. I was prescribed both but I decided on the latter choice due to the fact that Zoloft wasn't being strong enough to get rid of my anger and that those two make you drowsy. The number 500 came from the Acetaminophen I took yesterday for my hand pain.

I was at a party during school, and I was going to take some of our food to another class room. Sort of a "peace offering" type thing so both classes could share what they got, and mingle. I had some conversation with this older Asian woman for a few minutes, and eventually she told me she really liked me and wanted to go out. I think she was already in a relationship, so I wasn't sure if she just wanted quick action or what...it was really confusing.

Anyways....I'm leaving, and I see C. Two people are trying to help her walk, and she passes out like two or three times, and they dropped her the first time, and struggled the other times. I rushed off jumping over benches and other obstacles and ran into the nearest class room. There were about 40 elementary aged students, and I stopped the class and asked the teacher for a wheel chair. She looks at me, and gives me a smart look and says "what do you need it for?". "My patient needs it". She stops me mid sentence and says "your patient"? Then I knew what she was going to automatically assume that I left her, and I told her that I haven't laid a hand on her, but when I do, she's going to be my patient. I guess she was trying to trip me up with some legality crap, and some kid said something rude, and she stopped him too. I was getting so frustrated. Eventually she says that she doesn't have a wheelchair in the room, and I said "so whats the point in putting me through all that junk in the first place!?" I bolted out in search of one so I could help her, but the dream ended.



Here's the weird part....C never showed up to school today.

Some Fragments:

My ex keeps putting my bed covers over top of his BBQ, covering the meat he is cooking there. I keep telling him to stop, but he doesn't, saying that he likes the smokey flavour he gets when he uses my bed covers as a lid

Owen is visiting and we're trying to figure out what would be the best job for him. I am looking in his online profile to get some ideas, but I feel like I'm trespassing or snooping.

My son is sat at a large table with all kinds of fruit and veg on it. We are testing each to find out which he likes.

Flies in my Nose!

I have a sickness of the eyes and I can't seem to focus properly. Blurry, I go up to the doctor and they tell me it will be expelled soon. I sit down in a dentist like chair, or rather, I lay back, as they turn on a big overhead light. I ask them what it means that 'it will be expelled soon' and they tell me that 'it' is an insect that is in my nasal cavity. Sure enough, one tiny fly like creature comes out of my nose in a stream of liquid, then another. I am told that this happened because of the cubed tobacco I have been eating. I think of where I got it, and I see Teddy from Gray's anatomy eating it too. I picked up the habit from being around her, I rationalize.
The doctors collect the flies to send to pathology.

Auto Christian vs Medical Christian

I was at some sort of christian camp and we (me some smaller kids, and a black guy counselor with a goatee). There had just ended a party of some sort and my friend, Peter, was there. We went outside to talk some more as a group. Outside was large forested area with legit cement roads. We had stepped out of a large white tent. There were tons of people walking around besides us. A little girl rode past us on a bike and I hit her and took it from her. Everybody looked at me and asked why but I just sped off as fast as I could. I sped around for actually a good 10 minutes or so and the whole group chased me around. When I stopped at the bottom of a hill, it took me by surprise when the little girl was the first to catch up to me closely followed by peter and then the rest of the group. We all accepted this as normal and then we started a lesson about Christians. In the world, there were 2 types: Medical and Auto Christians. I asked what was the difference and the counselor said that the Auto Christian had to put down a down payment on a car before joining any type of activity. This made sense at the time. He then read a bible verse about cheating on your spouse that went something like this. "Therefore whoever goes all the way to Palestine for a whore instead of using locals has another cherry to pick after human judgement..." Hint: Not a real verse.