#55: Part 3 of 3 “…and then Michael Phelps comes in…”

I get up to leave after we talk a little bit more, and I go back the way I came (going east) to the other end of the room, and then all of the tables and people are gone. I turn (south) into a small, 6′ by 7′ room with no furniture in it. It is in the same placement as the room I was in at the beginning of the dream, only it is much smaller. I set down my backpack and beige windbreaker (which I didn’t know I was carrying, but I think I had it from when I walked into the luncheon) and go to look out the window again. I feel like I’m either looking for the friend I kissed, Martha, the girl who was looking for Martha (who has by this time disappeared), or the 5th floor. Then I notice that there is a door leading out onto a patio, and from there comes a middle aged man who seems to be very tired. He tells me to do something or help him with something, and then Michael Phelps comes in and helps him.


 I realize that it’s Michael Phelps and I’m starstruck and don’t know what to say. He leaves the room to go out onto the patio with the coach and then comes back in with a cover for an equipment cart that has appeared in the room. I help him put the cover on and then as he goes to leave into the big room (where I came from), I ask him “So what do you do? I mean, I know you’re a swimmer, so you swim. But what else do you do?” He answered, like it was just that obvious, “I swim.” Apparently this made a lot more sense than my previous observation had, and I accepted it as a very wise answer.

Now the room has doubled in size and a class is coming in, bringing big tables with drawers and chairs for their scrap-booking/photography/something called an artifact appreciation (meaning you look at things and ooh and aah) class. I stay to gather my things while they set up the classroom, and then while they start the lesson, I look through one of the drawers in the table closest to the door to try to figure out where Martha is.

Then I leave the room and go out into the long dining hall room which is hosting yet another luncheon. Along the far western wall, there’s a screen up and behind it are about ten harps and someone giving harp lessons. I am afraid to go over there because I haven’t practiced in a long time and don’t remember my pieces. Back at the eastern end of the room, someone is talking to me and I’m trying to get away from them to go down the stairs. I head toward the stairs and run into my music teacher, wearing a long brown sweater, who is apparently a ballerina and is trying to go en pointe in beige, fuzzy slippers that look only a little bit like pointe shoes while holding a big bag. Because she is blocking the stairs, I turn around and go east towards where the cafeteria supposedly is. The east end of the room now looks like the corridor in Hogwarts where they find the Room of Requirement.


I turn north when I get to the end of the room and see someone coming toward me. A tall woman is carrying someone else (I think it’s either someone from my floor at school, Martha, or the girl who was looking for Martha) and she says to me “Her ankle is open” just as one would say “Her ankle is broken”. The girl’s ankle is obviously broken, but it just looks like it has split open along the side, and even though I don’t want to look, I can see it. I look around for a way to try to contact the paramedics, and we turn south to walk back the way I had come from to get to Kaiser in Hayward (why we don’t try to go to Oakland, I have no idea).

Then the dream changes again and now it is a male from my church whose ankle is open/broken and who needs to go to the E.R. Mom, [Editor’s note: Due to the anonymity clause I can’t include the name that appears at this spot, but I’m assuming it is the writer’s sister] and I are trying to get across the street to the other building so that my male friend can get treatment. A helicopter comes to take him across the street (an ambulance does too, and I worry that they’ll get mad about the waste of fuel, but they don’t). Once he is on his way, Mom, my sister, and I go downstairs to the 19th street BART station and wait for a train to take us to the E.R. so we can see how he’s doing. My sister is walking too fast and Mom tells her to slow down or she’ll get on the wrong train. Then another man from church shows up with his camera (he’s going to see my friend too) and we get on the BART train and go across the street. When we get down from the platform, we have to work our way through the maze-like driveway that leads to the doors of the hospital. It’s like they’re trying to keep us from getting to my friend and we’re all a little ticked at this.

That’s it!


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