Dreams within dreams and vomit monsters.

Date: 2/4/2019

I went to San Francisco to take a class with a woman I really admired. I don’t know her in real life, but in my dream I was excited to spend time with her. The class was early in the morning and was supposed to teach us how to make countertops and put them on. Right when the teacher gets started I get a phone call from Maryanne LaHaye, a colleague. Although when I answer it, she sounds more like a younger colleague. I walk down the long hallway and around the corner to take the call. She’s crying. I can’t really understand what she’s saying. All I can make out is “I think Geoff’s dead”. She’s explaining something about a car accident. That she hit him. His girlfriend is deciding to pull the plug. Which doesn’t make sense because he’s married with children. So I’m confused. I hang up the phone, I’m on the ground, crying. Then I realized, it was a dream. Not the whole thing, just the part about the phone call. I realized I was on the ground because I was asleep. It was a dream within a dream. At this point I’ve missed a lot of the class. The woman that invited me comes outside to talk to me and I’m so flustered and upset. I was confused as to why I had fallen asleep. I think about all the anxiety I’ve been having lately & how I haven’t been sleeping well. She tells me I’m not taking this seriously and I need to leave. She wouldn’t even hear what I had to say. I go inside the classroom to collect my things. The teacher looks upset I’m leaving. She knows the woman asked me to leave. She says “can I talk to one of you outside?” I say “sure”. When we get into the hallway, the teacher turns into a male teacher. But it wasn’t weird in my dream. It was as if he was male the whole time. I’m explaining that I think my anxiety caused me to fall asleep when he starts heaving as if he’s going to throw up. I ask if he’s okay. He nods and tells me to continue. As I’m talking he keeps heaving. I’m like “I don’t think you’re okay. There’s a trash can behind you if you need to throw up.” He turns to look at the trash can. Then turns back to face me and projectile vomits in my direction. Luckily it didn’t get on me. He has a look of hate in his eyes. He stops vomiting. Then starts again. This time, aiming at me. I leap backwards, falling on my butt. I get up. He’s coming towards me. I go to the classroom, where half the students are vomiting, the other half are screaming. I grab my notebook from the table and leave everything else. Everyone who isn’t vomiting starts running down the stairs. I follow, looking back. The teacher is chasing me with an obsessed look in his eye. I run down the stairs, looking back at the teacher vomiting as he runs down the stairs behind me. I’m on the stairs still. In between my dream and waking up. I was trying to determine if it was all a dream. I imagine myself running out of the building onto SF streets and hailing a taxi. When the driver looks back at me, his eyes are wild. Then he begins to puke. Then I realized I was safe in my bed and it was all just a dream.