A visit with old friends turns disastrous for my mother

I was in a small-ish lobby where I was supposed to meet Q.; I was surprising him by dropping by on my way driving through the state of Texas. I ran into Denny - but it wasn't how he looked in real life - before I saw anyone else I knew, though, so he and I went into a back room, sat on one of those athletic trainer tables and had a long conversation to catch up on what we've been doing with our lives since I left.

I heard voices out in the lobby so I wrapped up the conversation with Denny and went out there to see who it was. Q. was there so I ran up to him and gave him a huge hug, he was totally taken aback and really surprised to see me. Then, around the corner to my left, Wade walked in and stopped dead in her tracks when she saw me. She was shocked to see me and asked what I was doing there; I told her that I'd traveled with a friend to drop her off in San Antonio (no clue who, though) and decided to stop here on my way back to visit with everyone. She was happy to see me but her surprise just made it kind of awkward, so I turned around and Brock and Nowlin were there, oddly. They seemed mad that I was standing next to Q. for whatever reason so I went to go park my car.

The valet told me that he could park my car, no problem. I tipped him, and walked back inside. Denny had come out of the back room and was talking to Q. and Wade, who seemed to have gotten over the surprise and was now happy to see me. She and I caught up for quite some time, then my phone rang. It was my mom wondering where I was, why I wasn't on the road en route to home yet. I told her I'd stopped to see some friends and she got angry because she wanted me to be home immediately. We hung up, then I continued to talk to Wade for a bit before deciding it was time to leave.

I glanced at my watch, saw that it was 8:02 p.m. and sprinted to the valet station outside, but there was a handwritten sign on a piece of neon pink construction paper that said that the valet station closes at 8 p.m. and any cars still parked not only would be there overnight but the owner of cars still parked with them would be charged $80. I freaked out and ran back inside, tried to find someone to see if there was any way that I could get my car - my mother would kill me if I didn't get home, and FAST - but the only people left inside were Wade and Q. They tried to calm me down but they didn't have a solution for getting my car back. Q. pulled me into a hug and told me it would be okay, I could stay with him that night and just tell my mom that I was too exhausted to drive so far to get home and thought that it would be safer if I just stayed where I was for the night. Wade reassured me that this was the best solution.

A new meaning of the word "softball"

I was in a small village with cobblestone roads searching for my coworkers because we were on a work-related retreat and I had to find them for the softball game. I'd designed t-shirt uniforms for us to wear - black with silver or gold writing, I'm not entirely sure - so I stopped in to the store I'd ordered them from to pick them up. The owner of the store showed me one and I told him it looked great and thanked him for his hard work. When I left the shop, I immediately went to the softball field thinking that they were all there; I found them all there (I didn't recognize anyone from real life, though), waiting for me. Somehow I'd gotten my wires crossed and didn't realize that I was supposed to meet them there. Also, somehow they all had the uniform on except for me - I was wearing jeans and a white/navy baseball shirt. I picked up my infielder's glove and ran out to the pitcher's mound, where the umpire and other team's captain were waiting for me. As I jogged to the mound, I realized my glove was so dry that it was cracking; I wondered how that happened, how I allowed that to happen, as the umpire went over the lines, etc. Then the umpire went to drop the softball into my glove and I almost missed it because my glove could barely open, but I caught it and looked at it. The softball was covered in long, white animal fur.

Banana Republic shopping and Addison Montgomery

I was in Banana Republic trying to use a gift card to purchase a bottle of perfume. The bottle was square-shaped and small - it was BR's smallest bottle. It cost $48 dollars and I had two $15 gift cards and one $10 gift card, so all I had to do was give them $8 cash, or so I thought. Apparently, one of the $15 gift cards had expired one day prior to my trip to the mall and I was trying to rope them into letting me use it anyway because I just hadn't had the time to use it before right then. They didn't seem to be budging, though. Boyfriend was there, buying his own bottle of cologne but the smallest size they had for the men's fragrance was larger than the smallest size they had for the women, so I started to make some passive aggressive comments to the cashiers (for some reason two were helping me) and neither of them picked up on it. Nic also mysteriously disappeared.

After I'd finally made my purchase (not sure how it was finally resolved), I walked out of Banana Republic but it was located where the large department stores usually are in the mall - at the very end. The escalator to go to the lower level of the mall was on the right and I saw myself walking towards it by myself. Suddenly, the angle of the dream changed and I was looking through my own eyes into the sea of people walking towards the end of the mall, in the opposite direction in which I was going to be walking after I got off the escalator. Two redheads stuck out from the crowd, they were much, much taller than everyone else. I got really excited and turned around, where my dad suddenly was and said, "Dad! Look! There's Kate Walsh!" I pointed as Kate Walsh and some other redhead (at first I thought was a friend of hers but then I realized there were two Kate Walshes...) walked by the escalator, talking on their cell phones. My dad was too far up the escalator to see them before they passed, though, and so I ran up the downward-moving escalator to tell him about it so I didn't have to yell over the people in between us.

A truly strange visit to my doctor

I had an OB/GYN appointment in midtown Manhattan but it actually was in Astoria and the doctor's office was in the building that WFAN is in. I couldn't find a parking space close to the building so I had to walk a few blocks to get from where I parked to the building. I was walking towards the front door and this really good-looking guy started walking next to me and smiled at me. I smiled back but then I reached the front door and went in, and he kept walking.

I had to walk through this maze of hallways to get to the doctor's office - hers was one of many types of offices in the building - and when I finally got there, the doctor was waiting for me. She was standing in the front of what looked like a cross between a science classroom (not tiered, the seating was flat) and a pharmacy waiting room. There were those huge chalkboard sliders (like the ones in a college science classroom) at the front of the room and every square inch of them was covered with scientific equations; the pharmacy-looking part was towards the back and there were several people waiting for their prescriptions to be filled. For whatever reason, the doctor started to do her checkup and I complied with this, even though there were people in the same room. She had me take off my pants - I kept my underwear and my light blue button down shirt on - and do a series of exercise moves and I distinctly remember looking at the chalkboards and trying to figure out the equations as the appointment went on because I was embarrassed that this had to happen in front of a group of people. She then gave me an ointment similar to IcyHot and told me to put in on my thighs and jog in place. I did that, and then the doctor got called away to see another patient, but I didn't know what to do so I ran after her.

We ran through the maze of hallways and finally came to room at the back of the building which was a coffee shop. There were two girls (one of whom looked like Busy Phillipps) sitting at a high round table next to a spiral staircase that led to lower levels of the building. I heard someone running down the stairs and assumed it was the doctor so I sprinted to the staircase and leaned over the banister to make sure that it was her that I was about to follow. When I confirmed that it was my doctor, I began to descend the staircase when I heard one of the girls say, "Well, another one bites the dust." Her friend said something in response and I got so angry, I stopped to tell them that my disease (?) was a serious disease and that although it's rare for people to survive, I'm going to do whatever it takes to do so and comments like theirs are detrimental to all females (??), etc. They were surprised that I stopped to say that to them but then got all snotty with me, as if I were the one who was being rude, when they were the ones talking about how I was a goner.