My dream characters are acting really weird. I had a little bit of insomnia again last night. I slept from 10pm to 4am, which wasn't too bad. I took a nap at 2pm.
BLS Training
I was gathered with my classmates, we were going to be practicing our CPR skills. A lot of the upperclassman told us that this was a really stressful experience back when they did it. They said that a few of them even fainted. It was explained to us that we were going to go through a bunch of different scenarios and for some reason some classmates were equipped with boat paddles.
Limpy Man
I was volunteering at a hospital. I was done for the day and I was trying to find my way out of there, but I got really lost and found myself on the wrong floor. I found a room where they were cryogenically freezing people, a birthing room, and a room with big blue lockers. I was getting even more lost and stopped for a second in the hallway to catch my bearings.
An old man with a limp and a cane walked up to me. I assumed he was a hospital employee that was trying to get me to move off the floor, so I told him I was lost. That didn't phase him at all. He told me that he wanted to talk with me and sat me down in the middle of the flipping hallway.
He started to ask me a lot of personal questions, like my age, where I lived, etc. It didn't come across as creepy, though. I felt like I was being analyzed by a therapist. He kept wanting to know more about me. I told him that I went to the pharmacy school down the street. He told me that he was a professor there. He was super intense and almost non-DC-like. We talked for awhile, but he asked SO many questions.
Before it Shows
I was viewing an house that I was considering renting for next year. All the girls who lived there were present in the house. One of them was showing me around. I asked her if it was haunted and she said, "Moderately. The cats do weird things sometimes." Hahaha. When she showed me the kitchen there was a teenage boy sort of sitting behind a cabinent but I didn't pay much attention to him.
She decided to show me the basement. Down there, I saw a license plate with my old university logo on it and I asked about it. She told me that it was the landlord's. As we were about to head back upstairs, I heard the sound of feet running down the stairs.
In front of me stood the boy from the kitchen.
"Did you not notice me when I was in the kitchen?" He asked. I sort of did for a second, but he was hiding behind the cabinets so I didn't really pay much attention to him. He looked to be around 16 years old and had straight brown hair.
"How old are you?" He asked out of nowhere.
"23," I replied.
He then said the most meta thing to me ever:
"If you're going to live here, you need to know, that you need to talk to me about your problems...before they show themselves on the outside."
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