I dreamt I was at CK/SK's. They seemed to be doing something with their family in their home and were on their way out to some activity with friends. I was staying at their house, somewhat uninvited. I did want to stay in. I was to take care of a couple of kids. The father of the boys was teaching one of them how to train their dog. They were on either side of the dog in a hallway and that father would say "where is daddy?" to the dog... the dog would crawl forward one step and the father would give it a treat. He did this step by step and then had the son do it. I guess this would be the boy's activity while he was away.
The other dog was less trained. It was a white pit bull. The dog pooped in the house on the wood floor and I guess this was a good thing. It was not a socialized dog and this meant it felt more comfortable.
Then I dreamt I was at a school. I was learning how to do something... biology something, medical something... The other young women were practicing giving injections, but to themselves in the crook of their arms. I wasn't because I was going into the field that they were. I was mainly into research, not working with patients. I was kind of relieved, but also was wondering if I should learn how to do it anyway? would it be helpful?... I went to my bin where I could keep my books and items. My booklet was gone. It had my test and all of the notes. How was I going to study for the final. I did so well on the first test due to those notes. I thought well, recreating them would be good for studying too... I just hoped I didn't miss any information.
Then there was a white table at the end of the hall. It was an experiment I was working on and I was going to show everyone what it meant, what I discovered. I wish I remembered what it was... it seemed insteresting.
The other dog was less trained. It was a white pit bull. The dog pooped in the house on the wood floor and I guess this was a good thing. It was not a socialized dog and this meant it felt more comfortable.
Then I dreamt I was at a school. I was learning how to do something... biology something, medical something... The other young women were practicing giving injections, but to themselves in the crook of their arms. I wasn't because I was going into the field that they were. I was mainly into research, not working with patients. I was kind of relieved, but also was wondering if I should learn how to do it anyway? would it be helpful?... I went to my bin where I could keep my books and items. My booklet was gone. It had my test and all of the notes. How was I going to study for the final. I did so well on the first test due to those notes. I thought well, recreating them would be good for studying too... I just hoped I didn't miss any information.
Then there was a white table at the end of the hall. It was an experiment I was working on and I was going to show everyone what it meant, what I discovered. I wish I remembered what it was... it seemed insteresting.
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