I'm still having nightmares about work. I retired 5 years ago.

I woke up crying at 6 am (I don't think that's ever happened before, but the dream was kind of dramatic). Needless to say, I did NOT like that dream...
Thankfully I went back to sleep without too much trouble. My brain was in its "but I don't want to go back to sleep" hyperdrive mode when I woke up again, so I figured I might as well get up.

Not much going on in my dreams.

Been cooking on a reality show called "Nightmares in Hell's Kitchen" I'm the chef hiding from Gordon Ramsey while creating soft drink-based gummy bears.

I woke up and started work on filling up my pillboxes.

I think last night was the first time I dreamed about the current situation. I was in a shopping centre and there were people everywhere and none of them wearing masks. I had an anxiety attack trying to cover my nose with a sweater but could not get away from people, as if they were purposely bumping into me. I blame a documentary I watched about covid just before bed.

I dreamt that I was still living in the last house but the bathroom didn't make any sense. It was a mix of before and after the renovation- so like the shower/bath was unchanged, but the tiles were all new as was the mirror, but the sink and drawers were both the old and new one?? In the dream we had an old fmaily friend over but I never figured out which of her children came over with her. I remember her asking me to find her perfume cos she couldn't find it and I was like yeah but which one there's like 12000 in there? The "big gold one" was requested so I opened the top drawer of the cabinet and it was so deep I couldn't see the bottom so I was like bruh how am I supposed to find that. After 10 mins of rummaging about (there was an insane amount of stuff in those drawers that definitely wouldn't have fit in real life) I found the bottle and was surprised to find that it was the size of a volleyball and I was like huh that's not as heavy as I expected cos like it was a gold bottle and it was full of perfume. Then I spotted the crocodile toothpaste I used as a kid and was like yooooo

And then I dunno what happened cos mum barged in to my room and woke me up

Apparently horse riding was a regular activity of mine (genuinely never even touched a horse never mind riding one). It was really tall and sandy coloured and it had all sorts of ribbons in its hair. Getting onto the saddle was a struggle (probs the most realistic part) and hugged the horse. Tried talking to it, didn't talk back which was kind of sad but he tried munching on my snacks so that was probably ok. I learned that he responded to both Bob and George and ignored any thing else.

Ugh I get you on that. I retired back in 2012 due to medical issues that work gave me. I STILL get nightmares of me having to go back to work, but I don't WANT to go back to work... the doctors are all speaking a language I can't understand and there's no damn coffee in the office. (that's the scariest part. LOL)

Been having nightmares about my two exes - I could REALLY do without that crap.

Nightmare I was in an assassinated living apartment but I couldn't remember my apartment number. There was a really big elevator,so big it had little shops in it. I had to look at my checkbook to find my apartment number: 815, on the 8th floor. I ran around looking for an elevator; get to the 8th floor and check the mail box. My mail box had a dozen little boxes all locked and I opened them one by one, but it was like a toddler's toy and they weren't boxes, just doors. I couldn't remember anything: did I live with anyone? Where's my door? I had dementia, which I really fear because then I can't study science. The whole building was like a bad neighborhood. It doesn't seem that scary writing it out but the fear was pretty strong.

I was juggling. I can't juggle so maybe that's something I've always wanted to achieve?

Tony Hawk was in my house brushing his teeth in the living room while dad was spray painting a skateboard bright blue. There was also crazy taxi sounds in the background

Lately, I had the flu in real life.

So I was taken to the town doctor in my dream. When I walked in, I was greeted by a male nurse from a fantasy from 2001 (when I had my wisdom teeth pulled out), he took my vital signs and left. Then came in Dr. Johnathan David Pearson (There is no such Dr. Pearson in NJ). He was handsome like George Clooney, had a bedside manner that was calm and collected, not to mention he had accurate diagnosis, and eventually checked respiratory systems after questioning. He eventually came back and said I need more rest, more fluids and additional medicine. Then it turned into into Inception as in dreams I thank him for the medicine.

At least dad was apropos. Were you by chance playing Sonic Riders?

As much as I had a rough night, in my dream...

Dr. Pearson called me to check up on me and I was rounding the corner. He changed the medicine to accommodate my current symptoms.

I had a dream that John Stamos was dressed as Uncle Jesse from Full House and I was burning up. He gave me medicine and put an ice pack on my forehead. "I will be back later."

Then Bob Saget as Danny. He asked, "How's my champ? Jesse told me you weren't feel like going for a game of catch with your old man." I said, "I had being working really hard in high school, language club, voice over in the AV room and on the sports team and my kitchen duties..." Danny said "It's fine. The virus will slow down things for a while. But it looks like you have a cold. You're going to stay inside the house until everything is all better."

Jesse came back to my room, which was separate from the other girls, he noted that I wasn't running a fever but I was getting bruise colored sores. Some were black-blue, others were green and some were yellow. The pediatrician saw me as I was still 16 and was given the diagnosis of Arose's sores.

At home, Michelle asked me how I was, I said, "With the way school is for me, be glad you have less to worry about." She asks "Like what?" I said "Like nap time or how Uncle Jesse makes our food how we like when we have dinner together or every time I buy you a stuffed animal from the toy shop because I want to make sure I didn't get the same one. Things like that...the little things."

I was called down to dinner and tonight was spaghetti night. I chose butter and everyone else chose fancier sauces. Uncle Joey asked "not feeling like your self, kiddo?" I said "Uncle Joey, I haven't been like I was yesterday." Stephanie ask "Were you going to help with me and DJ's homework?" I said "I have to rest so I can be my best for the exams and whatever duties I need fulfilled."

I had a nightmare within where I blew off the family. I ran to uncle Jesse crying, and he said "Don't cry, Alexandria" he gives me a tissue and he said "Don't worry about your duties until you are ready to go back to school."

A few days later, I received some money to buy groceries, I went back to school for language club, AV Club, sports club and kitchen duties. I stopped by the toy shop and picked up a Care Bear for Michelle.

As far as they know, I let guilt control me, which was untrue. I was actually the older sister. I have to provide for the family when I have the ability.

In the dream, my hair was brown black like black coffee. I guess I took after Danny in this dream, because the girls were blondes.

Weird how I had a Full House based dream, not to mention it was one where Jesse takes charge to help me with coping with my constantly ill immune system

I have been getting a lot of strange dreams lately. Ever since I started fixing my sleep schedule.

However I can't fully remember all of them, and the ones that I can remember (even one from last night) are pretty depressing, and I'm not sure if the mods want depressing things being said in the off-topic forum.

But right now, I am on a dreaming streak. I have been having memorable dreams almost every night for the past week or so.

Ever have a nightmare from long ago that you thought would never bother you ever again?

This is a big fat lie. There is a chance it returns, just not exactly as you remember.

I was to give a speech on identity, and as I looked out at the audience and saw them, at first they were human. But I blink, and the humans are now singular eyeballs. It became extremely unnerving to speak to an audience of eyeballs. The dean with a split version of heterochromia iridium (two colored eye, half & half) asked "What's all the ruckus?" I scream and ran to my getaway car. It was as simple as phoning Jonesy to bring the car around.

The eyeball dreams are a real turn-off when you're lovesick.