Dreams Scape

Last nights dream was a doozy. 

To the best of my abilities the first part of this dream started off with me in a hospital like setting. A group of women and myself rushed a room ( I presume a waiting room or an OR room). We had all gone around talking to people we shouldn’t, convincing patients that they should leave and even running around the hospital like crazy people. We end up in a waiting room waiting to leave. We all pile into a car and escape with just an inch of being caught. A few moments later I find myself in front of my old work. I had tried to pick up where I left off and starting running the register. I suddenly felt super shaky and fell over. The screen got fuzzy and an old lady wanted to pay her purchase. I realized she had no money so I told her to leave it and come back. I tried to communicate that to her but wasn’t putting sentences together. I realized she had left with all her stuff and my ability to stand up was getting worse and worse. I finally walked out of the store and realized it was almost morning. I stumbled around for felt like hours trying to find the group who had dropped me off there. I remember a restaurant and some side views of the street. I finally found a parking lot with a ton of tents and people. It turned out to be a rescue group looking for me. They had clothing and food, and all this supplies for people they were looking for. I remember still unable to talk and walk very well. The group tried to interview me and talk about my whereabouts. My ability to get what I needed to say was stagnant. I wanted to call my father but the phone screen kept changing every time I tried to call him. They had told me my family was looking for me and I had gone missing for 6 days. I didn’t think I had been gone that long but I must have passed out. I tried so hard to tell them what happened then realized I was being interrogated. I asked if I needed a lawyer present. Turned out they think I stole something from the hospital and wanting to know where I had been. Between trying to call my dad and telling them I need a lawyer my ability to speak or get what I needed to say was making me angry. I finally turned over and woke myself up.