I had two strange dreams this morning. I'm surprised I woke up, but usually I just sleep through everything when I'm dreaming.
Dream 1
It started in a car. My brother was driving me down the 71, the major freeway by our house in Chino Hills. He was telling me about some exit he'd take to get on another freeway. I found it kind of funny, because there were 3 different ways to get to the same exit that I knew, only because I always missed the right one. I forgot some details after that. The next thing I remember is that my whole family is in the car and I'm in the back, with my dad driving (which is weird because I usually sit up front when the whole fam in is the car). We drove for a whole, and I think the road was more or less staight the whole way, but I couldn't see where we were going for some reason. All I could tell was that it was overcast outside and a little dark.
For some reason my dad pulled to the side, maybe to rest. We just parked for a while. My dad turned on the windshield wipers so I got a peek of the windshield. The jets sprayed it pretty well, so I couldn't see anything really except the wipers. We started moving again, but this time my brother was driving. I didn't see him switch places with my dad though. By that time it was dark, and my brother was speeding. I had a weird view of the car, as if I was in a car behind watching him drive, but I wasn't, because the whole time I was talking to him. He started swerving around cars so he wouldn't have to slow down. When both lanes were blocked, he tried flooring it around the left shoulder, but the car in front pulled to the left. I started yelling at him not to weave like that. I said that he just missed that other car by barely a foot.
It started raining, but my brother still kept speeding and swerving. We finally got out of the car and started walking. I didn't know to where at the time though. My brother walked ahead of all of us, so I caught up with him and tried to talk to him. He had an umbrella open and he half-closed it and threw it down, but didn't say why. It turns out we were headed to church (though the way my brother drove wasn't the way to our church). My sister shouted to my brother to hold open the doors. When we got it, I realized it was Christmastime from the decorations. There were people waiting there already, so we just chilled in the foyer of the church for a while.
I was sitting on a bench near the restrooms when some girl peeked out of the women's restroom and said she wanted to sing some Christmas song from Star Wars. I didn't know the song, so I pretended to ignore her, but one of the guys standing around said he'd sing with her. When the girl started singing, I noticed she had a really impressive voice. The guy sang his part too, and he had a decent voice also. There was a duet part at the end, but the girl's voice seemed to get worse and worse the more she sang. When they finished singing, somehow they ended up sitting on the bench I was on. They were holding something with the lyrics to the song. They showed it to me. It said the song was by two people named [the girl's name, which I forgot] and Jason. They said I should have been singing with her. (It's strange, because I didn't know them and I never told them my name).
Dream 2
This was the second dream. I don't remember all of it.
I was part of some group it a small room. It was a little dark and from what I remember, the room had a rusty color. There were a lot of orange and green hues, like a scene from a movie. We were led into a room with a table. It was almost exactly like my kitchen at home, except the island in the middle of the kitchen was now the table, and I didn't see any kitchen appliances. The doorway was in the same place, except there was no door. The other side of the room was open into another room, just like my kitchen. The colors were the same as the first room we were in.
The guy who led us into the room gave us all the same form to fill out. It looked like an application, but every other line had a single bold word printed in the middle of every other line on the page. I told someone it reminded me of a form I filled out before where we had to write down everything we could about the word on the line below it. I looked over the form; it was a essay type of form. We were supposed to write as clearly as possible about what we wanted to do for our careers. We all sat down around the table and started writing. I saw about halfway done when the guy came back into the room and sat at the table. He explained what we supposed to be doing (after we started). He then told the rest of the group that when he spoke to me earlier, I was very "defensive" about what I wanted to do (whatever that means--I assume he meant it as a compliment). At that point in the dream, I had a flashback (still part of the dream). I was telling the same guy that I planned on getting into either medicine or music (studio work). I said medicine was my first choice, but I didn't want to end up working my life away. If I decided on music, then I'd have more time to do other things.
I don't remember anything else. When I woke up I realized that I'd seen the form somewhere before, like I dreamt of it a while ago. I think I had the second dream because I've been thinking a lot about going to medical school and if it's the right thing for me. My roommate told me a few weeks ago that he knew the medical field was right for me because he would suggest that I think about engineering or some physics related field and I told him I'd love to do something with physics or engineering, but I couldn't see myself doing anything else besides something medical related. I can't really say if it's more of my dream or my calling. I'm still not comfortable with the seemingly never-ending time investment, but I know if I'm doing what I want to be doing, at least I won't be putting 40+ hours a week into a job I have just for the money. If being a doctor was a 40 hour a week job, I'd be more sure of my decision. I understand that there's more to life than your career. On the other hand, there's a difference between going to work, and doing your life's work for a living.
Dream 1
It started in a car. My brother was driving me down the 71, the major freeway by our house in Chino Hills. He was telling me about some exit he'd take to get on another freeway. I found it kind of funny, because there were 3 different ways to get to the same exit that I knew, only because I always missed the right one. I forgot some details after that. The next thing I remember is that my whole family is in the car and I'm in the back, with my dad driving (which is weird because I usually sit up front when the whole fam in is the car). We drove for a whole, and I think the road was more or less staight the whole way, but I couldn't see where we were going for some reason. All I could tell was that it was overcast outside and a little dark.
For some reason my dad pulled to the side, maybe to rest. We just parked for a while. My dad turned on the windshield wipers so I got a peek of the windshield. The jets sprayed it pretty well, so I couldn't see anything really except the wipers. We started moving again, but this time my brother was driving. I didn't see him switch places with my dad though. By that time it was dark, and my brother was speeding. I had a weird view of the car, as if I was in a car behind watching him drive, but I wasn't, because the whole time I was talking to him. He started swerving around cars so he wouldn't have to slow down. When both lanes were blocked, he tried flooring it around the left shoulder, but the car in front pulled to the left. I started yelling at him not to weave like that. I said that he just missed that other car by barely a foot.
It started raining, but my brother still kept speeding and swerving. We finally got out of the car and started walking. I didn't know to where at the time though. My brother walked ahead of all of us, so I caught up with him and tried to talk to him. He had an umbrella open and he half-closed it and threw it down, but didn't say why. It turns out we were headed to church (though the way my brother drove wasn't the way to our church). My sister shouted to my brother to hold open the doors. When we got it, I realized it was Christmastime from the decorations. There were people waiting there already, so we just chilled in the foyer of the church for a while.
I was sitting on a bench near the restrooms when some girl peeked out of the women's restroom and said she wanted to sing some Christmas song from Star Wars. I didn't know the song, so I pretended to ignore her, but one of the guys standing around said he'd sing with her. When the girl started singing, I noticed she had a really impressive voice. The guy sang his part too, and he had a decent voice also. There was a duet part at the end, but the girl's voice seemed to get worse and worse the more she sang. When they finished singing, somehow they ended up sitting on the bench I was on. They were holding something with the lyrics to the song. They showed it to me. It said the song was by two people named [the girl's name, which I forgot] and Jason. They said I should have been singing with her. (It's strange, because I didn't know them and I never told them my name).
Dream 2
This was the second dream. I don't remember all of it.
I was part of some group it a small room. It was a little dark and from what I remember, the room had a rusty color. There were a lot of orange and green hues, like a scene from a movie. We were led into a room with a table. It was almost exactly like my kitchen at home, except the island in the middle of the kitchen was now the table, and I didn't see any kitchen appliances. The doorway was in the same place, except there was no door. The other side of the room was open into another room, just like my kitchen. The colors were the same as the first room we were in.
The guy who led us into the room gave us all the same form to fill out. It looked like an application, but every other line had a single bold word printed in the middle of every other line on the page. I told someone it reminded me of a form I filled out before where we had to write down everything we could about the word on the line below it. I looked over the form; it was a essay type of form. We were supposed to write as clearly as possible about what we wanted to do for our careers. We all sat down around the table and started writing. I saw about halfway done when the guy came back into the room and sat at the table. He explained what we supposed to be doing (after we started). He then told the rest of the group that when he spoke to me earlier, I was very "defensive" about what I wanted to do (whatever that means--I assume he meant it as a compliment). At that point in the dream, I had a flashback (still part of the dream). I was telling the same guy that I planned on getting into either medicine or music (studio work). I said medicine was my first choice, but I didn't want to end up working my life away. If I decided on music, then I'd have more time to do other things.
I don't remember anything else. When I woke up I realized that I'd seen the form somewhere before, like I dreamt of it a while ago. I think I had the second dream because I've been thinking a lot about going to medical school and if it's the right thing for me. My roommate told me a few weeks ago that he knew the medical field was right for me because he would suggest that I think about engineering or some physics related field and I told him I'd love to do something with physics or engineering, but I couldn't see myself doing anything else besides something medical related. I can't really say if it's more of my dream or my calling. I'm still not comfortable with the seemingly never-ending time investment, but I know if I'm doing what I want to be doing, at least I won't be putting 40+ hours a week into a job I have just for the money. If being a doctor was a 40 hour a week job, I'd be more sure of my decision. I understand that there's more to life than your career. On the other hand, there's a difference between going to work, and doing your life's work for a living.
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