McKay's Dream

Walking is so easy!

I knew this Star Trek adventure would be fun, but its ease surprises me.

Looking out the big window I see the strange red sky everybody was talking about.

Oh, my gosh. I am so glad I'm here!

Yikes! Where did that violent animal-creature come from? We start laughing at him because he is twirling.

Boom! Whack! His tail hits me.

I look around at the Emergency Room. Dried blood is everywhere. Then I remember. The housekeeper got fired because space is too expensive for housekeepers.

Wow. Why do I have to walk through this on-deck-shower?

Did I die and have to shower before Heaven?

I look over and see houses on the hillside in the fog. Wow. Look how intense those colors are! Gosh. I wish they would quit going in and out of view. I wish I could see better. Oh, my gosh! Look at that huge telescope coming out of the sky! It's headed for me and is coming fast. Thank goodness it slows as it reaches me and attaches to my eye. Now whatever I want happens. Peacefulness is everywhere. This must be the Second Coming.

Now I see The Celestial Room.

This room is not on our craft! I think I have died. I'm pretty sure I died.

I walk over to The Celestial Room and I see the “Closed for Cleaning” sign. OK. I'll have to wait, which is good because now I can mingle with all the people!

They are so glad to see me.

Oh, my gosh! There is Ethan! Enthusiasm surges through my being.

People who know me like me.

People who do not know me like me!

This is so wonderful.

Suddenly I see the Hell Stairs descending below. I don't recognize any of the people who are running up and then back down the stairs. They are not penned in, but they never reach the top of the stairs. Up and down. Up and down.

The feast spread out for me and everybody is on a long table and I realize this IS Heaven and there IS food you can eat. One little cookie doesn't look so well, but I know it is and I eat it . 

This is wonderful. 

I am still feasting, surrounded by peace and happiness and people who like me when I wake up.

Jill's Dream

The street was straight and littered with parked cars, and sunlight glinted on a moving dark car.

Something scared me about that brown car. It seemed “after” me, headed for me but from behind me. 

I must get to my kids!

I think this is the right street to get there to my kids but my heart is beating so fast I think I might be in the wrong town. 

This street is familiar but strange. 

I am hurrying but the bumpy sidewalk is moving slow. Now it is stopping! The car. 

Creepiness crawls on me, but I look over at the car anyway.

I scream. 

Two weird women are looking straight at me through the open car window. The hospital gauze wrapped around their faces is dirty and stringy. I see haunting eyes peering at me through holes in the hospital gauze and I know! They are the acid throwers! 

Victims turned evil. 

I remember the New Order and how women are supposed to be.

I take off running away. I've got to get to my daughter before they do. I will not let her be disfigured for the Society. 

My heart is beating so fast I cannot breathe.

My pounding heart wakes me up just as the haunted lepers throw something at me.

Screaming and trembling, I wake up in time to see the moving shadows of car headlights on my bedroom wall.

Margaret's Dream

I woke up and can't remember how my dream started! What good is a dream if you cannot remember the beginning?

I am a little child, and I don't understand how I can be a nurse.  I walk down the lane and stumble upon a military development on Braxton Road.  I am surprised.

I trip on my blanket and fall. 

 I see a little tank in the distance and it comes buzzing at me and is now HUGE. At the last minute before running over me it swerves and I can see the young black haired man in the dark olive green tank is just kindly checking to see if I am ok.

I am ok, but all the many construction vehicles are little. 

Quite little.  These toys are scarey because I now know that they can suddenly turn HUGE.

There are so many interlopers but I compliment them all to avoid conflict.

I feel sick, and suddenly there is a waterfall or flowing water....

I can't remember.

I hate being asked about my dreams because actually I only remember pieces of them.

Gloria's Dream

The painful knot in my stomach is hurting as I realize my Newborn Nursery is packed with many strange people milling about. I feel the lack of air and space and as my height increases, I see my lack of power.

Nobody looks at my face. 

Looking down at the crowd of moving chattering men and women, I spy two shiny twin roaches on the floor.

“It's true! There are bugs in the hospital!”

The twin roaches are big enough to fit into a bassinet, though I know they would never stay there and I am not going to use a precious isolette incubator to secure them! Anyway, you could never put two roaches in the same incubator because they would eat each other up. 

I feel sick.

I shrink and I feel abundant air to breathe. 

Empowered by oxygen, I tell the old woman to get away from the newborn babies! 

She turns to our wooden rocking chair and pulls its handle. No food comes out of the arm. 

Money pours out of the rocking chair arm onto the floor but she is gone.

Gathering the money up in my arms to hide it, I look to see of there is a hospital camera trained on me. I do not want anyone to think I am stealing.

A newborn baby stands up in its bassinet and she is my little niece. “Get me down! Get me down!” she commands. I cannot take my eyes off the blinking blue lights on the wall over each bassinet.

It's an airfield runway!” 

Amazement staggers me.

Just then I see the silver gleam of long thin scissors flying through the air at me! 
 Dr. Bever has thrown them at me when I wasn't looking!

The scissors hit my right anterior shoulder crippling my arm.

“Dirty scissors!" I scream. “Dirty scissors!”

I am screaming as I come to wakefulness.

My right arm is also waking up from where I slept on it almost unto its death.

My husband shakes me in alarm. “What's wrong?” he asks. “You were screaming.”

“I was?” I say sleepily. “What about?”

“Dirty scissors, or something.”

“I don't know”, I say, rolling over toward him. “I'm probably afraid I cut myself on dirty scissors with hepatitis blood on them.”

          “Good god,” my husband mutters unhappily in a self-preservation tone as he turns his back to me and goes back to sleep.

Dayinera's Dream

Standing in the ER where the government made me come, I see there are no patients. They made me come to work anyway.

“If people come in for treatment of gunshot wounds, kick them aside”, they said. “Don't let them see you laugh. They will think it is educational.”

I feel nervous as I put the supplies away: needles, plastic spoons, metal soup spoons, forks, long plastic teaspoons, #20's, #18's (in case there is a blood transfusion), #22's. Nothing is organized right.

Frustrated, I decide to mop up the blood on the floor in Room # 6.

Nobody will let me mop because of the drought.

While we wait on patients to come, the three doctors will put on a show for us. Animals do the charades, a dog, a raccoon and a small squirrel.

“Guess the tune!” the docs yell.

Dr. Bradley disappears into thin air. Scarey.

Dr. Goldberg suddenly turns old and withered. Skinny.

Dr. Miller says, “Look at Suzette sitting in her office eating popcorn! Look at her butt. 12 bags on each side of the great divide! No, I take that back. 15 bags on one side. She is lopsided.”

Suddenly we see it, a disaster arriving at the ER. All my high school classmates, 40 or 30, are brought in to find a place to stay. They have been evacuated due to the drought.

I start to panic. I have to get out of here and go save my house.

I take shift report from Judy, my high school classmate who just arrived. That doesn't make sense and I am confused.

“Get away from me, you stupid people!” I scream. 
 There is chaos because of the influx of American refugees.

“OK, it's surgery time!” Two fat nurses take hold of my arms. I am the patient!

Trying to get loose, I wake up. 

Buddy's Dream

Buddy    (age 4 )
Phillip's little boy

Guess what, Dad.

“What?”

I got eaten by a bear. Well, I mean, I'm here so I probably only dreamt it, but it was real.

Only it never hurt.

Dad, would it hurt if a bear ate you all up? 

 “Yes.”

See, it was right here coming down the hill from our house. 
 He was waiting at this pole. He was BIG!!

He chased me and I ran but something was wrong and my legs turned funny or something and I couldn't run, only crawl like a baby, and he held me down and started to deVour me.

It didn't hurt and he wasn't mean so I asked him, are you going to eat everything?

And he said, not your ears.

I cried and I told the bear, I don't want my ears to go to waste.

He said, OK. I'll eat your ears.

And I woke up. In bed. Not down here by the pole where it happened.

Gary's Dream

Welcome to Dreams of a CrackerJack Nurse.

A huge flat circle face coming closer. Grinning, smiling, mean doctor. Saying kind words about me to me. Big face. 

Inches away.

Pushing it, the big face springs back into the dark arena. Air heavy.

Clinging vines surround, soundless, tracking seasonal changes in green skies. Up! Up!  Hit it with the ax in my hand!

Hospital hallway crooked and sloped. “Got to get that fixed.” 
Can't find the medication cart. Late, late. Late. They will find out. They will blame me.
Where is everybody? Hearing sounds of hidden people. Playing cards. Laughing. 
Dark halls empty. 
C-Sections in the back of the hospital where the yellowed light is.

Who's helping the doctor? 
Horror waves clearing brains. Stupid stupidity. 
The stickman beckons, mouthing “help!” Laughter bubbling from a flattened woman, giving birth. Eyes roll backward looking straight at me. No escape. 
Babies moving within. 
Within me. 
No! No! No!

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Cheryl's Dream

Welcome to Dreams of a CrackerJack Nurse.    

Pushing through the crowd of bikers holding signs in front of the hospital, I'm glad there is a breeze coming from that golden-gray cloud over the sunrise.

The I.V. Line from the I.V. Bag is trailing behind me and I fear a dirty biker is going to step on it. But no matter how much I loop the line around my elbow, part of it keeps trailing over the pavement and rocks. I must get this I.V. to a patient! Probably a pediatric patient, I think, as I realize for the first time the tubing is pink with little glitters on it.

I look over at the pint-sized pink refrigerators on the sidewalk and notice they have been converted to outdoor toilets.

The X-ray tech is staring at me through a hospital window. He looks unhappy about me, but it doesn't bother me since he is stupid.

Inside the revolving door (I'm amazed! How do we get stretchers through revolving doors?!!?) I notice the X-ray guy is giving patients pedicures. I cannot believe I am a patient getting a pedicure! The X-ray guy is very rough. I wonder if he is the one they fired over that little girl.

Suddenly I remember my son, Riley. He is having his tonsils out, probably right now! And I was bringing him a Popsicle or something. I panic, and hurry down the wide dimly lit hall looking for an elevator to the 4^th Floor where the Operating Room is. I see about twelve elevators. I start getting dizzy. I want to ride in the elevator with another person so I don't lose my mind if we get stuck in a box.

 But everybody gets their own elevator.

Maybe I could walk the stairs, but then everybody would know I 'm stupid.

I press a button on one of the many elevators. I don't want it to come but it comes. 

The elevator doors open revealing that it is not level. I can only see 1/3^rd of the elevator and the rest is a deep dark shaft. I will have to climb up to even get into the elevator. Not only am I dizzy, I stagger around.

I see a cook with a tray of food.

“Going up?” I ask.

“Nope. Going down.”

Nausea awakens me as I stare into the darkness.

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                                                                  CrackerJack Nurse

Introduction

Welcome to Dreams of a CrackerJack Nurse.

This blog is for brave people, especially hospital personnel who work the night shift.  We are the planet experts on  knowing the landscape of bizarre dreams.

These dreams are real.  Only the names of the dreamers have been changed to protect careers, jobs, relationships and secrets.

Some dreams are from Medical Social Workers, Hospital Security Guys, Patients, Respiratory Therapists, children of hospital personnel, etc., etc., etc.    

Most are from nurses.

New dreams will be posted from time to time.

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