Went to the hospital. Not sure the reason. One of the nurses is a guy, doing my preliminary stuff. He asks if I’ve noticed anything unusual. I say no. He then shows me my chart, and points to one of my tests, and says something like “well this is obviously unusual” in a snarky way as if id failed his little test. I got mad, and stormed off.

I decide I need to be seen by the doctors so I apologized profusely to the nurse, even writing down my apology on paper before going to him. Something along the lines of “I’m a bit of a hypochondriac and as soon as I got medical insurance I started to go to the hospital for every little thing, so I’ve been trying to rein that in but your comment isn’t helping.” He begrudgingly helps me out, it’s several hours later and quieter in the room. I ask his name, since I never got it before. He says something like it’s too late I’ve burned that bridge, so I just look at my form. Looked Indian, started with a C, like chandrathan or something like that.

Dreamt my tooth cap fell off again. I dream this fairly regularly. I go to Progressive’s dentist, and I ask if I am supposed to be feeling anything in that tooth. She says no, of course not. I feel the empty uncapped tooth, it has the rough squishy texture of pulp.

The doctor readies her equipment. I’m concerned about anesthetic, but she’s looking at X-rays and I shouldn’t need it. Why she’s drilling, I’m not sure, the cap just needs to be reattached.

Dreamt I had a bullet fragment lodged in my eyeball. It wasn’t painful, but it was annoying. I had tried to get it out with a magnet the second day, but it didn’t come out, the cornea had healed and it was just pushing against the cornea. I stopped and figured a doctor should do it.

I visit some places I “typically” go (none of which I really typically go). One place hired young summer teenagers to do everything; ok for picking up medicine maybe but not for surgery. The other place took a look at my eye and asked if I had cataracts; no, I said, it’s actually a bullet. They placed some device on my eyeball, and began to extract it. I was concerned but let them do it. I was having second thoughts and wanted the Cleveland Clinic to do it but never did it. Dream ended before it could be removed.

In a dorm. Walking to my room. EMTs are there, want to see me. They load me onto a stretcher, place a pair of bright orange boots onto my legs, which immediately chill ice cold and freeze in place, locking my legs. We stay and talk for a while.

Second part. Romeo + Juliet on set. Tarantino directing. One of the actors flubs his lines (I have the script) while he pilots a drone to creep on a girl. I ask Lisa if Tarantino directed it this way. Anyway they bring guns out with a spotlight on the gunbearer, I guess Romeo and Tybalt are going to duel. Or something.

Vasectomies needed to be performed regularly, and by oneself. So I did it. We were on a train or something, and I used a razor blade to try and do it, but I cut myself too deeply. I find some weird bottle of disinfectant and try to find a doctor.

Scientific group working on Covid, but very unscientific and really just a bunch of older ladies.

Left this house and went down a rooftop area. Landed near a car on a tight roof and figure the car had to have gotten there somehow, found a slope down.

Some guy comes out threatens me with a gun. I knew he wouldn’t shoot me, so I continue on like nothing. He gives up, and becomes friendly.

Visiting a new doctor. Thinking about GLMs and scrolling through my billing and stuff while I wait.

I guess I was already on an examining table because a doctor came out from behind curtains on the right side and began his exam.

He started palpating my abdomen — with his elbow, which hurt. He asked about my abdominal issues, I told him lower right quadrant usually gives me issues.

Then he stuck a tongue depressor in my mouth. He’s pushing my tongue down hard, and I struggle to keep my mouth open. He sees it as me challenging him so he pushes down and in harder. I’m nearly on my back now as I grab the tongue depressor and try to stop him. He does not. I awake.

At Ania’s house.

Had several weapons, defending hallway against nazis or something. The hallway was extremely long. Ended up with two pistols.

Scenario changes slightly. I’m back in Ania’s house. Notice an acquaintance talking with strangers. I figure the best way to make money is to pretend acquaintance is a mugger and scare him off with the pistols, and we collect reward money.

Toward the entrance of the apartment, some friends come in. I offer to do something for them, something food related. They decline.