I'm in trouble for two different things

I was with people from work and the president of our company was out for the day (not the president of my company in real life). His daughter was visiting and it turned out that she needed help because she was pregnant. I ran into the president's office to grab a tampon, but I left my drink - a Jamba Juice or something similar - in his office, but the door locked behind me so I couldn't get it. Everyone was freaking out because then the president was going to know that someone had been in his office while he was gone.

Then, I had to go to the dentist to get my annual teeth cleaning and I went to Dr. Mark for the first time. He kept bragging about how his office was the coolest and most decorated - not with dentistry recognition but instead with guitars and rock n' roll memorabilia. Scott was there for some reason, lying on the dentistry bed - yes, it was a bed and not a dentist chair. Mark sprayed down Scott with some sort of antiseptic spray so that I would feel safe, and then he took a look at my records to see what he was dealing with. He started to shake his head while he was reading and I told him that I hadn't been to the dentist in about a year because the dentist I'd gone to when I first got to California said that I only needed to go once a year. Dr. Mark readied all his tools as he explained that I needed to see a dentist every six months, no excuses. Finally, I got onto the bed and laid down next to Scott, and right before Dr. Mark was going to start, I asked him a question - was he on my insurance? He said no, he was on some different one, so I jumped out of the bed, got in my car and drove downtown to his office. No idea why his office and the dentist room were half an hour away. I parked my car up the street about a block from the office, so I had to cross at a roundabout; a woman had crossed the street before me with two of her kids, but she left the stroller with her baby in the middle of the crosswalk and didn't appear to be coming back for her third kid. I gently gave the stroller a push so that it at least would be out of the way of cars driving by, but only after I pushed it did I realize that I should have walked it across the street because it was going to hit the curb kind of hard. All it did was wake the baby up and get the attention of the weird mother; she turned around and seemed as if she was in a daze as she retrieved her baby and thanked me. I caught the eye of a driver in a white car who had stopped so as not to hit the stroller and we both rolled our eyes at her ineptitude. Then, I walked into Dr. Mark's office through a round facade which stood out from the rest of the buildings on that block and Dr. Mark's girlfriend in real life was there, answering phone calls. I thought she wasn't going to recognize me at first but she did; when she got off her phone call she started to vent about how she was going to quit because Mark couldn't keep a schedule, she never knew what hour he was in or what patient he was seeing. I tried to calm her down, but she just asked how she could help me. I asked her if any of the other dentists within the practice were on my insurance, and she said unfortunately, no.

Six dreams from the past month (don't ask how I even remember all of this)

Night 1: I was in some sort of craft show or something similar and all my friends were there. Then I was in a restaurant, walking from where the tables were to the kitchen and through it (with the perspective of a video camera). I then was walking back into the craft show and there was a Dr. Seussian archway - like in Oh! The Places You'll Go! - to walk through in order to get back to the booths. I could see all the patrons milling about and I somehow knew that walking through the archway would change my life. I took a deep breath, exhales and stepped through the archway.

Night 2: I was in an old, black/dark gray Jeep Cherokee driving through winding roads that wound through a public park. It was somewhere hot and dry (Arizona or New Mexico, I think). There were little tufts of dry, brown plants along the road's edge as I drove. I occasionally looked around, taking in my surroundings and thinking about how beautiful the canyon's landscape looked bathed in the pinky orange glow of the setting sun. I slowed down because I was coming up on what looked to be a broken down car on the left side of the road. As I got closer, I saw that it was two green aliens - they looked like cartoons. Before I could ask if I could help, they approached my car. I had my window down and I stopped fully. We stared at each other for a few moments before I realized that they'd turn into balloons; they looked exactly the same except shinier. They swayed left and right in the wind, knocking into one another, creating that finger-tips-dragged-across-a-balloon-surface noise. Through my window, I head butted them - first the one on the left, then the one on the right, in a quick one-two succession - then laughed as I drove away with the wind blowing through my hair (it wasn't my normal laugh, though). A little further up the road, I pulled over onto a half-moon-shaped shoulder and left my car. I grabbed a duffel bag from the backseat without opening the door and walked the rest of the way. The perspective changed to my personal view; I noticed that the plateau in from of me looked kind of fake - like a Hollywood set or a museum background - but as I continued walking, the road curved to the left and I saw that the plateau, now to my right, was real. After the road curved left, I saw my friends waiting for me up ahead. I reached a stop sign as the road I was walking on intersected with a perpendicular road; I crossed the street and go to where my friends were. It was a parking lot and apparently we were going to a carnival or state fair of sorts. The guy I had a crush on walked up from behind me - me and the rest of my friends were looking slightly to the right of where I'd just come from, at the carnival rides, lights, etc. so I didn't see him until he was already past me on the right. He said hi to the group as I stood back a few feet away, watching and clutching my bag to the my chest with both hands. As everybody started walking towards the fair, my crush turned around, smiled slightly at me and stuck out his left hand. I smiled and stepped forward to take his hand as the perspective changed to move camera again. As our whole group crossed the street in the direction of the fair, I could see that I was wearing cut-off jean shorts (not short shorts, though) and a pinkish purple halter top. I threw my light gray duffel bag over my left shoulder and smile again at my crush; he looked down to me on his left side and smiled back.

Night 3: Boyfriend was wearing what he wore the very first day we met - faded black jeans, black t-shirt, motorcycle jacket - and he was angry at me. He was raising his voice and telling me that he was angry with me for two reasons, the first of which was that I always insisted that what he was wearing now was what he wore the first time we met. I can't remember the second reason.

Night 4: I dreamt that I was at my high school and I walked downstairs and underneath the staircase to where my locker was. It was the first day of school. The lockers were bright yellow and I when I dialed my combination, the locker opened up and was empty inside - it was just the facade of a locker. The bell rang though and I had to run off to calculus, which I had for the first two periods of the day. I was the last one to settle in my seat and I was in the front row of tables; the classroom didn't have desks and chairs but rather it had black science lab tables set up in rows. As the teacher, Ms. Cassidy (one of the math teachers I had in real life), began teaching class, I started whispering to the boy sitting next to me about tennis. Ms. Cassidy came over and asked me if tennis had anything to do with calculus. When I admitted that it didn't, she told me to quit whispering and take notes. After second period ended, I stormed back to the center of the school building - which actually was laid out like my high school - to the administration office to ask them why the heck I didn't have a real locker. There were several secretaries in the office, one of which was Boyfriends' aunt (Francine) in real life, and so I went over to hear and asked why my combination didn't work. She told me that the lockers come from San Francisco and sometimes some of the lockers don't get there in time, so I would have to drive to San Francisco to get my locker. I was outraged, and told Francine so; I told her that it wasn't my responsibility, I couldn't believe that the school wouldn't set up my locker, etc. I stormed out of the admin office and back down to my locker and proceeded to try to combination to see if it would turn into a real locker this time. I heard someone laughing so I turned around and it was a kid I'd actually gone to school with in real life (Panos). He was pointing and laughing at me because I couldn't open my locker, so finally I turned to my left and started talking to a girl friend of mine who had just walked up to say hi to me (Ashley A., a girl who in real life was a few years younger than me and friends with my friends; she and I were not friends).

Night 5: I was at the airport waiting to get on a flight but everything was delayed. For some reason, all the planes had to do emergency landings in the water so instead of the passengers getting off the plane and me and the rest of the new passengers getting on, we had to put our luggage onto a raft and row from the docks we were on to the planes, then have a deplaning passenger row back to the dock, and so on. Micki walked by in our full high school softball uniform and she was carrying a softball bag, looking for her parents. She didn't see me, though, so I didn't have to worry about having an awkward conversation with her. Also, Rebecca was there - she either had just gotten off the plane or was taking the same flight as me. All around there was chaos of people wanting to know why the planes had made the emergency landing. Then, Boyfriend's parents appeared a little to my left, and so did my mom. My mom was there to help me get on the plane so she was trying to help with my luggage. As I was walking towards the raft - I guess it was finally my turn - we had to pass Boyfriend's parents, who were standing there expectantly. But my mom just walked by, barely glancing at them, and I didn't introduce them.

Night 6 (last night): I was at my high school again, walking around... I know I had a purpose but I can't remember what it was now. All of a sudden, I was in a hotel with the team I work for because it was their training camp, which for some reason was held out of town. All the players were walking out of their rooms with their bags to go wait in front of the hotel for the coaches to pick them up in vans so that they could go to practice, and of course I forgot something so I had to run back inside (it turned out to be one of my green DC sneakers that I forgot... not a pair, just one). When I opened the door, one of my cats (Cash) was trying to sneak out but I grabbed her and firmly placed her back inside the room, grabbed my shoe and headed back outside. By the time I got back outside, everyone was in the vans and the first van had just started to drive off, so I hopped in the front seat of the second van... which Foody was driving. As we drove off, Foody put the pedal to the metal and everyone kinda of screamed (a happy, crazed scream) as we rounded a curve. I turned around and told the players in our van, "If you've never ridden with Foody before, get ready! She is a crazy driver!!" And Foody just laughed.