Jasmine

Date: 10/24/2019

I was staying at a hospital as part of a retreat. In a gigantic room, everything was set up so we could have a party. I was making some sort of drink with milk, chocolate powder, and another thing. It looked like mousse. My dead friend is in this dream; he was joking around like he used to do. While I was making a drink for someone else, my sweater got caught in it. It was like a foot longer than it usually is. I gave the guy his drink but it was green, which was confusing. On the table in front of us, there was a spice that was just labeled as 'apple'. The guy shrugged and the party started. It started to get crazy the longer it went on. People were shifting couches to make room to dance. I don't quite like dance parties so I left. On my way back to my room, three nurses came out and commented on how "mature" I was being even though I just don't like parties. They also said how good they thought I would be if I helped them around the hospital. So I agreed to. They took me around to a ward called "The Jasmine Ward". It was filled with bumbling old people who had "jasmine's disease" where it caused them to grab onto anything and slowly become enraged if they couldn't let go which lead to a lot of danger. At first, I didn't understand what they wanted me to do when two old ladies bumped into and other and held on. I grabbed a paper out of her hand and the nurses started shouting. Then, it clicked and I pulled one of the old ladies away from the other I witnessed another couple of elderly people get stuck together. The nurse helping out with that one counted to five out loud and said something along the lines of "it's a happy day, no clouds in the sky" To which I woke up to.