I had a very bad night last night with my GI, which meant I was awake or awakening a lot, and spent a fair amount of time in a hypnagogic state as well. This led to a series of linked dreams which had in common the presence of
In the first act, I was in a hospital, or possibly a clinic setting. I had with me a medical fragile small child, whom I was trying to get in for a series of imaging tests. Mother of the Child had somehow dispatched me on this. No matter where I went in the facility, I was in the wrong place. Or I didn’t have the right records with me. Or the child with me didn’t have an appointment. Or I had to take her to see someone else first, for a referral. These are all classic anxiety dream elements, but it didn’t feel anxious to me within the dream state. Just sort of tedious, same-old same-old. Eventually this child and I ran into
In the second act, I was at a convention. The production budgets of my dreams apparently having been limited last night, it was in the same physical place as the hospital, except the place was now a combination hotel and mini-mall. A lot of people were dressed as Locutus of Borg, or in similar costumes at the intersection of steampunk and harder SF. I found a nice eyepiece from a vendor, but it didn’t have an actual eyeball — that needed to be purchased separately. I went around looking for an oculus of my own with increasing desperation. I knew I would not fit in if I didn’t have my own artifical eyeball. I blundered into a private sale
In the third act,
What did you dream?