3 dreams in 1 night

Date: 7/30/2019

Everything I remember about my dreams last night/ this morning is all mumble jumbled. I say this because I remember different pieces (like a puzzle) and some parts don’t Match up and couldn’t have happened one after the other, as if I was teleporting. First dream I recall happening is I was at a simple volleyball practice and the coach wanted 24 people for the play. Obviously, that doesn’t make sense because a play is 6 vs 6 but maybe she wanted 6 subs on each side (who knows). I was at Highline High school in the small gym but I was attempting to go down stairs, and I don’t think I ever got there b/c i was in the lowest gym. They next thing I remember (being a variety, but this I’ll just tell first) is I was standing at a bus stop alone. First, I remember going to the bus stop with people, but next thing I realize is that I’m alone and I somehow know that I’ve been standing there for hours. I look up at the bus stop sign and there’s numbers ofc, one of them starting with 2 and being in the 2 hundreds. I have to be on the 180 because that’s the bus I typically get on in the real world, so I move bus stops and look for one that says 180. When I reach the bus stop, a lil bit after some lady comes over and she starts speaking Spanish. She’s speaking like she’s on the phone, but then some black guy is answering her and she’s speaking back to him with hand movements like he doesn’t understand the language fully (how we do in Spanish class w/ owl). Jumping forward b/c I have no recollection of what happened in the middle of this. I’m somehow at the doctor’s office in a room with the black guy and maybe the girl that was speaking Spanish, but I don’t think so b/c this girl I recognized her from ig. Now, the guy was a dressed in a white coat, like a doctor and he asked me what I wanted to be while putting on gloves, once I said surgeon( that being correct) and assume he was one as well instead of a doctors office doctor. He then tells me that “I could see you being a surgeon tomorrow“ Now the part that gets weird is that he taking out my box braids...now he isn’t taking the down, but suddenly the talk is about my hair and he’s to the side of me like some taking down ones braids. I can’t feel this action, but I know he’s doing it. The curly haired, maybe Spanish lady is talking about the thickness of my hair and just how half a bunch of my hair is how think hers is. I interact with her. Telling her it’s not true. Now this last dream that I’m sharing is the weirdest one. I think it stems from some subconscious part of my brain that remembers me talking about black history with my mentor. I say black history b/c the “movie” that I watched, but was also apart of in this dream was a slavery movie. Before the movie started I was surrounded by people and someone was telling the story about the first man that caught on fire. He wasn’t really caught on fire, but had the fire in his stomach and I felt the sensation. The movie got turned on and the room felt very scary in this dream at some point I remember hoping up on the couch and one by one a few dogs laid on the couch beside me and one girl actually hopped down to get a closer view, as if the movie was so interesting. During the first part so white dude called a black kid to the kitchen where there was a silver machine with a stick like handle poking far out with a circle at the ending that’s scorching hot. The white guy pushed the black boy onto the burning circle and it burned a whole into his chest, he started bleeding. The guy pushed him into it again, each time he’s screaming In pain. I see the whole burnt through his shirt. Next, some black lady comes viola davis I think. Some rescuer black woman like Harriet Tubman. At this point I’m in there dining room next to the stairs and she’s telling the black boy to go up stairs and wash himself off and someone obviously white is telling her no, but she proceeds to tell the boy to go. I’m standing in front of them clear as day, but they don’t bother to interact or don’t notice b/c they never look at me; like I’m In a movie.