A Mentally Unstable Woman Wipes Blood On My Coworker

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I had several dreams that I remembered but I did not record them before going back to sleep each time, and so now I barely remember part of the end of my last dream because of that.

The dream took place over several days during the day in what I assume was a fictional city that I was staying and working in, I am not sure if I was going to college as well or not, and I was possibly staying at or near a college.

I worked at a library in the dream, like in real life, and my parents were possibly in an earlier part of the dream and maybe they told me about a nearby medical clinic that they wanted me to go to and get signed up to see a doctor / dentist / eye doctor / et cetera so I went after work I think.

I remember walking to the clinic that was on the left side of the road possibly near the college and / or where I lived, but I could be wrong.

I remember walking down a hallway to the waiting room, and I remember seeing a woman with either dark-light color skin or light-medium color skin with long dark-color hair who was somewhat nicely dressed who was walking down the hallway looking happy and was possibly saying things to people along the way.

The woman approached me and started happily talking to me as we walked toward the waiting room, she was somewhat attractive and somewhat nicely dressed and was happy, but something did not seem right about her like she was possibly mentally unstable and possibly even homeless even though she did not look like it.

I could just sense this even though the signs were not very clear, I guess there was something about her facial expressions and body language and overly happiness and talkativeness that I picked up on, and so while we talked I hoped that she would not try to ask me too many personal questions and I hoped that she would not start trying to flirt with me and I hoped that she did not become more unstable.

In the waiting room there were some female employees behind the front desk with one of them being an obese woman with dark-color skin with long black hair wearing scrubs and another was a woman with light-color skin with long light-to-medium color hair, and I possibly went to the front desk first before sitting down along the left side of the hallway at the entrance of the waiting room.

There was a man with dark-color skin who I recognized from the city of D so I briefly talked with him before the possibly mentally unstable woman sat down by me to continue talking to me, there was a chance that she was possibly interested in me, but I was not sure as she talked to me.

I hoped to not reveal too much about myself as we talked, fortunately the employees said that it was time for the clinic to close for the day so we would have to return tomorrow, and so that saved me from my conversation with the woman.

The next day or whenever when I was at work at the library, a fictional female coworker of mine told me about something that happened to her at the same building that the clinic was in, and she told me that while walking maybe from the clinic after getting a wound checked a woman approached her and started talking to her.

How she described the woman it sounded exactly like the woman who talked to me, she said that the woman possibly got mad at something she had said but it was not clear, and that before they went their separate ways the woman wiped some of her own blood on my coworker’s wound and said something that to me implied that she was trying to infect my coworker with something (maybe HIV / AIDS) and she walked away.

I asked my coworker to describe the woman and it sounded like we both met the same probably mentally unstable woman, and I told my coworker that she should return to the clinic now to get that wound checked and to tell her doctor about what happened to get herself checked for any infections and to take preventative steps if necessary to prevent an infection from that so my coworker possibly left to the clinic to do this.

After work I returned to the clinic hoping to not see the woman again and I realized that I had my work name tag on and I wondered if I had it on previously when the woman talked to me and I hoped that I did not have it on then, as I walked through the building I heard some employees talking about a mentally unstable homeless woman who is there every day causing problems, and they said that she had done several things and they had to deal with her and call security several times and they were looking for her again.

Fortunately the woman was not in the waiting room, I went to the front desk and then I sat down, and eventually I learned that there were numbers to pull to know when it is your turn so I went to pull a number.

I asked the female employee at the front desk if they had a doctor, dentist, and eye doctor and she said yes and they had discounted rates and they accepted my government insurance so I planned on coming here for all my medical needs.

I woke up while I waited in the waiting room.

The end,

-John Jr

Taking A Family Member To A Store / Clinic

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I got in bed too late so I did not get enough sleep and I only voice recorded part of the end of my last dream which is an unclear and confusing dream with a changing dream character, and so all of my other dreams are forgotten now except for the end of this dream.

All that I can remember of the end of this dream is that it took place during the day in the city of D, my mom was taking care of a fictional old family member who was sick, and this fictional old family member’s condition got worse to where they were unconscious / sleep and would not wake up so my mom had me take this fictional old family member to a fictional low-cost clinic (urgent care walk-in clinic I assume) that was inside a fictional store in the shopping center by W Park near where maybe the Goodwill should be.

My male cousin DE was with us and we had the fictional old family member in a hospital-like bed / stretcher with wheels so you could push the bed, like the bed my grandfather CE used to have near the end of his life, and I drove us to the store / clinic.

I remember parking in the parking lot and we pushed the bed as we rushed to the store / clinic because we were not sure how much time our fictional old family member had left to live or what was wrong with them, getting through the doors was a struggle, and so I had to open both doors and we had to tilt and lift the bed to get it through as some customers stared at us like something was wrong with us.

I remember yelling for some help and letting the employees know that we had an emergency, the employees looked and acted very unprofessional and unsympathetic / unempathetic and lazy and like they did not care about their jobs or customers, and one or two of them maybe put on a vest or some equipment switching from their job in the store to their job in the clinic.

A female employee who acted like she did not care at all led us to the middle of the store which was an open area that was used as the clinic, and she asked me some questions about the fictional old family member as part of the sign-in process et cetera.

I did not have much information at all and my mom was the one who knew some things about their symptoms, and so I was not able to answer some of the questions and I asked her to please run some tests and check their vitals et cetera; but she just wanted to ask questions instead of actually doing something.

I remember trying to answer the questions the best that I could while constantly asking them to please do something, I remember another female employee watching us who looked somewhat like my coworker Mrs. ML, and maybe eventually I got them to get a nurse or doctor or another employee who slightly glanced at our fictional old family member.

This fictional old family member was possibly a man at first but I can not remember, then at the clinic they probably changed into a woman, and at first they were possibly just a distant cousin or some kind of other distant relative but later they changed into maybe a grandfather and then a grandmother without me noticing these possible changes.

I remember my cousin DE and me continuing to struggle to try to get the employees to run some tests or something, and then I remember something strange that was almost like a dream within a dream or something where I was there but I was somehow seeing something that was like a monologue in a movie or maybe I was seeing inside the mind of our old family member who was still unconscious but I have no idea what this was or what was going on exactly.

I just remember seeing a woman who I thought had light-color skin that I thought was whitish-color skin at first with short-to-medium curly maybe brown hair, her hairstyle and clothing and the colors in this scene looked like something from an older time period like maybe the 1920s – 1960s but who knows, and so it was like seeing something in the past or seeing someone who is imaging / dreaming of themselves in the past like this part of the dream was from someone else’s mind or memory (almost like ancestral memory or another dreamer or something).

The woman was sitting on or next to a bed alone in a room and maybe she stood up and walked around sometimes during her monologue, and she gave this long angry negative bitter hate-filled monologue where she was talking down on people in the past who used to be slaves and their descendants who did not resist being enslaved or who stopped resisting and who started trying to adapt and survive to their new lives as slaves and post-old style slavery.

She felt that these ancestors and descendants were a disgrace, she said many negative things about them, and why she felt the way that she did and what she thought that they should have done and what they should be doing now.

She felt that those ancestors should have never stopped resisting being slaves and that their descendants should still be resisting the descendants of the slave masters et cetera and resisting the various cultural and societal et cetera systems that still negatively impact them today.

She was so bitter and angry and hate-filled and passionate about this, it was like if someone’s dead ancestor was somehow able to see their living descendants from another dimension or plane of existence (like since their death they have been in a place that allowed them to still see the living world over the years since their death), and then be disappointed in them and in some of their other ancestors.

I remember her specifically saying that maybe the ancestors of the family or some of the families who started the Nestlé company possibly used to own slaves, and she felt that the current descendants of slaves should still be resisting that family or those families even now.

At first it seemed like an all-out attack on slaves and former slaves and their descendants, like someone from the outside, but then it started to seem that maybe she was actually possibly a descendant of slaves too and she was just extra harsh and bitter on them and about this and about how things went down back then and how they are still going today.

It seemed that she possibly hated most of her family and was probably a very negative person so her family probably avoided her too and she probably avoided them because she probably looked down on most of them in disappointment because she expected better from them, and so she probably died alone or was dying alone.

She was a stubborn strong independent bitter angry mean person it seemed, but eventually I started to feel that deep down she really cared about her family and ancestors and descendants and was just very disappointed and bitter and angry et cetera.

Near the end of this monologue it started to seem that maybe her skin color was actually a very light-brown, her overall skin color was light and could seem whitish, but it was possibly a bit darker than it seemed but it was hard to tell because of the old style colors and the distance that she was at as she gave her monologue like a bitter dead person or dying person trapped in another plane of existence or as a memory passed on to a descendant or something.

I got the impression that the woman had married into a wealthier family than her own with whitish-color skin, I got the impression that her skin color and appearance made this possible because she did not look how most people would expect a descendant of those slaves she had talked about to look, and this raised her to a higher social standing but she was still bitter and not happy about the state of things and her ancestors and descendants.

After that dream scene or whatever it was ended my attention was returned back to the store / clinic, maybe we got the employees to finally do something or almost do something, and I remember maybe the employee who somewhat reminded me of my coworker Mrs. ML commenting about the dream scene or whatever that I just saw where she said something like: “No wonder most of her family avoid her, she was a terrible person, and she was probably treated them terribly.” or something like that.

Then the employees left to either get the results or they wanting to just wait and observe our old family member or they just left us hanging, I just remember my cousin DE and me sitting and waiting with our unconscious old family member, who eventually possibly changed to one or both of my dead grandparent’s (my grandfather CE and my grandmother DE) or fictional version of them or I just started to sense or see this old family member as one or more of them at various points.

At the end I saw this old family member in a positive way and I was worried about their condition because, and I probably saw them as my dead grandmother DE or a fictional version of her at the end without any of the negative stuff from the possible previous version of this dream character.

But that is all that I can remember of this confusing dream.

The end,

-John Jr