Dream: Dr. Bob
I showed up at a doctor appointment with my sisters and a guy (I really don't know who, though he was a friend in dreamworld.) We were sitting outside on a hill, waiting for the appointment time to arrive. I was more nervous about a dr appointment that I had next week -- in fact, very nervous. I was almost crying, having a hard time breathing. I tried to explain to them why it was such a terrible appointment. Something about what they were testing for and there was an hour's drive there, then probably at least a couple stressful hours at the dr itself, and an hour back! The time I was losing to it was really getting to me, for some reason.
Eventually, we went into the dr office. We were a couple minutes early, but the secretary was annoyed to discover that I hadn't already filled out some forms. She was even more annoyed to learn that we'd been sitting around outside when I could've come in and filled out the forms. I was getting very frustrated and telling her I was on time. The doctor popped out of nowhere and looked just like one of my art professors, Bob, from college. He said something about me being on a painkiller called Fenadine. I was confused and started insisting that I wasn't on any meds, I didn't even have the insurance to cover them!
Then everything transitioned to me looking at a website that talked about the doctor. It said that he'd been known in the past for taking speed, especially while he played video games. It was suspected that he still used drugs inappropriately. (I have no clue how any of that had any relevance though...)
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Hmm, the drive length and such to the future doctor appointment that I was nervous about matches up exactly with a lawyer appointment I have set up this week. Coincidence? I doubt it. I also have some forms to fill out for the lawyer that have been stressing me out because it's practically as much stupid info as I had to give for the disability application. And my hands haven't been up to writing much, so filling them out is going slow.
Not hard to interpret much of that dream.
Eventually, we went into the dr office. We were a couple minutes early, but the secretary was annoyed to discover that I hadn't already filled out some forms. She was even more annoyed to learn that we'd been sitting around outside when I could've come in and filled out the forms. I was getting very frustrated and telling her I was on time. The doctor popped out of nowhere and looked just like one of my art professors, Bob, from college. He said something about me being on a painkiller called Fenadine. I was confused and started insisting that I wasn't on any meds, I didn't even have the insurance to cover them!
Then everything transitioned to me looking at a website that talked about the doctor. It said that he'd been known in the past for taking speed, especially while he played video games. It was suspected that he still used drugs inappropriately. (I have no clue how any of that had any relevance though...)
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Hmm, the drive length and such to the future doctor appointment that I was nervous about matches up exactly with a lawyer appointment I have set up this week. Coincidence? I doubt it. I also have some forms to fill out for the lawyer that have been stressing me out because it's practically as much stupid info as I had to give for the disability application. And my hands haven't been up to writing much, so filling them out is going slow.
Not hard to interpret much of that dream.