Waking Up Weird

Date: 10/5/2017

So the beginning of this dream I'm trying to get in this huge hospital in the middle of no where. Or maybe I'm just trying to find the entrance and orient myself. I think i have a date with someone who is there. But I can never get in, nor find the meeting place. But he hospital is huge. I walk for miles around it, I think i even wander its corridors for a bit, but I never find what I'm looking for her. Some girl with a dark aura. And when is a dark, I mean my definition of dark. Warm, comforting. A like mind. Embracing. Beautiful. I think she might be an ex. With whom I am still quite in love. Maybe. ~ Later, much later, I am waking up in my bed. I find something unusual so I call a help line, or a servant, maybe room service. Whoever it was I call them for the answer. They rush over. I apparently went utterly crazy. My grandparents are upstairs and come down, it's clear they all are walking on glass around me. I must have gone crazy and did something violent. But I can't recall. I find it interesting because I've never gone crazy before. But they're insisting I take pills and keep to a schedule and have therapy and on and on. And then my grandparents dash upstairs and hide from me after informing me I have a ball this evening. So my pills get dropped in water and dissolved. I'm glad cause I wasn't keen on taking them three little blue pills. And some huge colorful one. And maybe more, I can't tell. Grandparents were mad about that but I don't care. I feel kinda free, with my memory of the event gone, but also I feel bad. They are scared of me. I catch my grandfather crawling across the upstairs floor so I don't see him. I do and stop him, asking him to tell me what happened. He doesn't, but we look at paintings my grandmother did and I think i might become a painter now. One better than her, her painting is mad blurry. He tells me that night at the ball when he 'dashes forward' to follow him and I'll find out how he really feels about me. He also warns me to never call that number on my emergency aid list ever, to never call either of those numbers. Each number goes to a set of grandparents. Apparently they hate my other grandparents. I decide I need a date for the ball and I end up a bird on a line with a ton of other birds. I announce my need for a date my only requirement is they be black and of like mind. Connotations on both those things to my definitions. But I find I really don't want to date. Instead I go to a friend's house and we sit in a big cauldron of soup. It has mushrooms in it and I'm disappointed, it means he had someone else there and cheated on his wife. I leave after the servants are pissed at us for sitting in their soup. This world is very weird. You can become anything, your body is like taffy.. I know because wile I'm over there we rough house which includes him turning into a stack of pancakes and me turning into a large sheet which stops him from eating himself. In revenge he chops off my arms and feet but I just make new ones our of what's left. We also venerate the Egyptian gods, and often watch their stories illustrated on TV. They aren't like us, they are solid beings who can't stand shapeshift but they are huge and muscled and we adore them. Anyway I never do get to the ball, I keep planning on picking out a dress, I have a lot of very expensive exquisite black dresses, and doing my hair, nails ect. But I never get around to it. The world is just to weird after having gone insane and woken up to weird grandparents.