I seemed to be out on the town with a boy/man. This boy man was, in dream fashion, many things at once, contradictory things, all rolled into one. He was, as stated, a boy at times, and a man at times. He was my brother at times, and my old alzheimer's client I helped care for a few years ago during what was probably very close to the end of his life. We were shopping around just for kicks in downtown. I wandered off and found an entire floor devoted to fancy ballroom and prom dresses. It rarely happens, but sometimes it does, and at this time, I felt in the mood to try some on. I only got to one. It was pink with a dark blue transparent cloth draped around it, with green transparent wrapped sideways around the waist, with shiny pink and blue and purple butterflies embroidered in the green, and also some in that blue. It was a one-piece dress. But of course it was three pieces when I tried it on. First I put on the skirt, just out in the open. I had to pull the transparent pieces around me, because they were bunched at the front for storage. And by this time, when I went to try on the top, it had morphed into a separate piece, and it was just plain white with two shoulder straps and one neck strap, and it was kind of see-through, and my brother who actually now was a boy interested in me and not related to me (so three in one so far) had showed up and wanted me to change in front of him but I went to the changing room. Unfortunately I had no strapless bra, so I had to leave my undershirt on to try it on, and it messed up the entire look, and it was just cheap looking white for a shirt anyway. By this point I didn't like the dress anymore. It wasn't till we left that I remembered what it had originally been, and imagined it on me instead of trying it on me; it was almost just as satisfactory.
We left, and at some point in the dream, we were walking down the street in downtown, and I was under a pavilion or overhang of some kind, but this boy/man got ahead of me. There was a sudden downpour of enormous tennis ball sized hail, and someone screamed because their child or something was killed, and I looked around and my boy/guy (who seemed like a small child to me right then in the dream) was nowhere around me, so I ran out and searched for him. I found him sitting on a street with his knees pulled up and he was stunned, with white hail sitting around everyone. He seemed to have been hit on the forehead. He also seemed like a small boy, my brother my age, and my Alzheimer's patient wandered off, all at once. I took him to a doctor, and they saw him. On the way he got hit in the head with a tennis or baseball too. So we got there and I asked them to check for a concussion. They took a measuring tape to his head. No X-ray. I was irritated. But then they told me, "Yeah, he seems bad enough, you should take him up to floor 5 to have him checked out." So this was just a screeening area. You could tell the hospital was trying to save funds.
We got up there and I had to really stress that he had been hit in the head by hail, and by a baseball, and was stunned, and look at this big bump on his head that just appeared in my dream that must have been what they were measuring downstairs, before they would see him. There was something about government insurance only paying for two health problems per person per year. They were really stingy with their medicine.
Anyway, they asked me for some information regarding his treatment, and I had to go back downstairs to find out for them. But the elevator was so slow. So I gave it up and decided, in my worry and with how hurried I felt, to take the stairs. I got whatever I needed (and can't now remember) from the first floor (actually now I think it was the second). I ran up the stairs. The third floor was empty. I ran up the stairs. The fourth floor was empty and wide open and housed giant bronze statues or mannequins stored lying on their back, just a few in a few spots on the mostly empty floor. I remember thinking, "this is what hospitals do with unused floors"... actually in real life there is a new hospital that took a while to get all of the floors and wings into use, so that's why I thought that in the dream. I finally got back upstairs.
Later the dream was weird. It was like I was in a room, but the rooms kept changing. Like you could change rooms the same way you can change internet web pages. Sometimes you stumbled into other's rooms, but no matter. There was someone boiling potatoes, and I accidentally put a bunch of chopped celery into the pot. Which was also a blender. Except I had to add a bunch of pepper and salt to the blend and stir it by hand to mix it. It was going to be fed to people in another changeable room, which was an airplane and this was airplane food. Even though it was ruined. There were no consequences for me. I tried to make it as good as possible, but mashed potatoe and celery... ugh.
I don't remember much else. I actually only remembered a vision of the potato/celery blender bit when I woke up, and thought that was stupid. The rest came back to me about five minutes after waking up, and I realized it was interesting enough to record. I wasn't going to record the potato mixed with celery.
There were other things that I can almost but not quite recall, kind of irritating. But oh well.
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